SUFFERING STUDENTS
By V.P. Viddler
Part 1
It had taken a long, long time, but I had finally gotten Gloria right in the
palm of my hand.
I had told her I would; I had promised her that night that I would get back at
her, and that it would be the worst thing that would ever happen to her.
Gloria had laughed at me.
Gloria could laugh at anybody. Nobody argued the fact that she was by far the
prettiest girl in school. And by far the sexiest also. And most popular. She was
also the most snobbish, superior-acting stuck-up bitch you could want to know.
Why not. She had this fantastic body and long shining brown hair and flashing
blue eyes and luscious lips and-when she wanted to-a sparkling personality. I
couldn't help loving her and hating her, and wanting her like crazy. But that
night I swore I would have revenge.
And now finally, I had her.
And Gloria knew it.
She didn't let on, but she knew. And she was waiting. But I waited too. I wanted
her to wait, knowing it was coming, knowing it would be horrible, but not
knowing when, or where, or how. And maybe hoping, just hoping it wouldn't
happen.
I let her hope. And worry.
And then I struck.
It was in the school cafeteria, lunchtime, the big, noisy room crowded, jammed
with kids. I was sitting far in the back, watching the door across the room.
Until I saw Gloria come in, with a group of girls, laughing and chatting.
Sweater and skirt. Breasts and legs and smiling. I waited until she was about to
get on line, and then I stood up. And I spoke very loudly, loud enough to be
heard above the din. I said one word.
"Gloria!"
Everything went suddenly silent. Instantly. Absolute quiet.
They knew.
Tension filled the room. No one moved.
Gloria froze.
I waited.
Gloria went pale. She knew. This was it. I had her.
I waited.
Gloria was very pale.
"Gloria," I said again.
Gloria looked at me across the length of the room. I smiled.
Gloria said nothing.
I picked up a dish of rice from my table and I put it down on the floor.
"You won't have to buy lunch today, Gloria," I said. "This is your lunch. I want
you to eat it off the floor, like a dog. And I want you to crawl over here to
get it. I want you to crawl, Gloria. All the way here. On your hands and knees.
Like a dog. Like a bitch. Now, Gloria. Go down on all fours. And crawl. Now."
Heavy, absolute straining silence in the cafeteria. Nobody spoke, nobody moved.
Everybody was watching Gloria. She stood looking at me. A long time. A long,
long time. Nobody moved.
I waited.
"No," Gloria said.
I said nothing.
Gloria stood there. And then a tear fell from her. It rolled down her face. And
slowly, slowly, so slowly, she knelt down on the floor.
A long, soft murmur from the watchers.
I waited.
Gloria bent forward, crouching on all fours. The sound rose.
Gloria sobbed once.
"All right," I said. "Let's make way for Gloria. Clear a path."
And swiftly, boys were moving chairs and tables out of the way, pushing,
pulling, jostling, until they had cleared a straight path from Gloria to me.
"All right, Gloria," I said. "Crawl. Crawl to me."
Kids crouched forward to watch. Guys got up on the tables, stood on chairs,
straining to see.
And Gloria sobbed again.
"Now," I said.
And Gloria began to crawl.
Slowly, with great difficulty, she crawled toward me, crawling between the
gasping, watching kids, who had never imagined Gloria so humbled, degraded,
humiliated. Crawling past boys and girls she had put down again and again.
Crawling with her luscious breasts swaying and her skirt rucking up her thighs.
Crying and sobbing and gasping. Crawling the length of the room, all across the
room, all the way, crawling, crawling, until finally she was at my feet.
Shaking.
I pointed at the dish. "Eat," I said.
And Gloria with a sob lowered her head to the dish and began to eat.
"Good dog," I said. "That's a fine sexy little bitch doggie."
I felt the most fantastic power. I was in command now. Nothing could stop me.
Gloria was my slave, my toy, my plaything. I undid my fly and pulled out my
cock. Everybody gasped. Gloria raised her head, and I said, "Now this, Gloria.
Eat this. And do it good."
Absolute silence.
Gloria caught her breath. She shook her head. I smiled at her.
Gloria moaned piteously. My cock jumped.
"Do it, Gloria," I said. "Take this in your fine soft mouth and lick it with
your little tongue and suck on it with your gorgeous lips. While all these
people watch. Watch you on your knees sucking my prick. And I'll shoot it into
your throat, Gloria, and you will swallow it. Swallow it all. All right,
Gloria?"
And Gloria was crying hard. I waited. Gloria nodded. Kids moaned.
"Now," I said.
And Gloria, shaking, opened her mouth and took my cock inside it.
And she sucked my cock in front of the whole school. Slowly and thoroughly, as I
commanded. And when I came, she swallowed it all. She knelt there and swallowed
and swallowed, again and again, slowly swallowing, and the kids howled as she
did it.
Then I took my cock away and Gloria looked at me, broken and debased, and
waited. Hopelessly. She knew what I would do to her. And I did. I did.
"All right, guys," I said. "Line up. You can all have your turn."
Gloria screamed, and I laughed at her.
"First you'll strip," I said....
Part 2
When I told Gloria to strip, the room got quiet again. The tension that had
broken as Gloria had sucked me off had now returned. It got so silent that the
only sound was Gloria's crying. My prick was already hardening again.
"Damn," I said. "Just look at this now. Miss Gloria Sarnoff, miss high and
mighty, miss stuck-up herself. Look at her now. Down on her knees. Crying and
sobbing. Sucking my cock and swallowing my come. Well, well. I told you, didn't
I, Gloria? That night? I told you I would get back at you. Didn't I?"
Gloria nodded jerkily.
"I can't hear you, Gloria," I said.
Gloria gulped. "Y-yes," she whispered.
"Right. And now I have. But it's not over, Gloria. I'm not through with you,
baby. Not by a long shot. You understand?"
"Oh god-"
"Answer my question," I said.
"Yes!" Gloria moaned.
"Okay. Now I told you to strip. All the people here are waiting for that.
Particularly the guys. Lots of the girls too, I bet. So stand up, Gloria. You're
about to show us all just what that pretty body looks like."
"P-please," Gloria said chokingly. "I-I-don't-"
"Up," I said.
Gloria stood up awkwardly. I didn't help. Gloria was trembling badly. I grinned
at her. "I'll tell you what," I said. "I think all our friends should be able to
get a good look at you as you strip down for us. So I'll tell you what you'll
do, Gloria. You'll stand up on this table here."
Gloria gasped involuntarily.
"That's right, Gloria darling. Stand up on this table and give us a nice strip
show. Up you go." And I waited.
Gloria was really shaking now. "Jerry-god, please-I-please-" "Up," I said.
"I-I can't-please-I can't!"
"I'm waiting," I said.
Gloria shuddered. "Jerry," she said desperately. "Jerry, please,
I-I'm sorry, I'm sorry I was-look, I-I'll do anything for you, Jerry, I-I'll do
anything you want me to do, I don't-d-don't make me-"
"It's too late," I said. "It's too late now, Gloria. I'm getting my revenge now.
I like it. I like it a lot. It just thrills me all to shit to have you in my
power this way."
"Oh god-"
"Now that's enough bullshit," I said. "I want you on that table.
Now!"
With a pitiful broken cry that almost made me come, Gloria did what I said.
Awkwardly, with difficulty, she got up on a chair, and from that she climbed up
onto the table top. And stood there, facing us all, panting both from exertion
and from fright. Moaning. Shaking her head as if to shake off the terrible
realization of what was happening to her.
"Okay," I said. "Okay, Gloria. Strip. All the way. Take it off.
Show us that body you love to flaunt so much. We want to see you naked, Gloria.
Bare naked. Your tits and your ass and your cunt. And your thighs and your legs
and your nipples and-shit, what are you waiting for? Do it!"
And Gloria did it.
Stripped in front of us.
It took her a while. Her hands were shaking so hard that she could hardly get
her buttons open. And she kept stopping. But I kept her at it. I watched her
trembling and whimpering and pleading and going red and white and all colors,
and I wouldn't allow her to stop. She was sobbing all the way. But finally she
got it all off. Sweater.
Skirt. Shoes. Stockings. Brassiere. Panties.
And Gloria was naked. That beautiful, fabulous, luscious body was naked for us,
although Gloria was trying vainly to cover it with her hands.
"Put your hands down, Gloria," I commanded. "Down at your sides.
And keep them there. That's it. That's right. Just stand and let us look at
you."
And what a sight it was. What legs! What mouth-watering thighs!
What high, firm, round, bobbling breasts! I could have gazed at it all day, but
I had forgotten the time. The bell rang to signal the finish of lunch, and all
the guys groaned in disappointment.
"Don't worry, fellows," I said. "Gloria will be here tomorrow.
She isn't going anyplace. She can't. We have all year with her. Right, Gloria?"
Gloria nodded, sobbing.
"Okay," I said. "It's not really practical to have Gloria suck us all off in one
day. So here's what we'll do. Listen to this, Gloria.
Every day at lunch hour, we'll have a replay of what you did today. You got
that? Only each day it will be a different guy. We'll draw straws. Or go
alphabetically or something. So each one has his turn. Right, guys?"
A great yell of approval.
"And by the end of term, all of us will have had a chance at you, Gloria.
Doesn't that sound jolly?"
Gloria couldn't stand up any more. She collapsed weakly on the table, crouching
on all fours, head bowed, moaning.
"Each day, Gloria, you'll come to the cafeteria, and the boy of the day will be
waiting. With your lunch. And you'll go down and crawl to him. Across the room,
just like today. And maybe he'll want you to strip first, so you'll do that. And
you'll eat your doggie lunch, and then you'll suck him off, just like you did to
me, and swallow it down. And then, if we still have time-" But the guys were
shouting now, and Gloria was howling, and the bell was ringing again. But nobody
left that room until Gloria was all dressed again.
And as I was about to go out, I took hold of Gloria's hair and twisted her face
to me. "How did you like it, Gloria?" I said. "I told you. Didn't I?"
"Please-" Gloria gasped. "I'll-I'm sorry-don't-"
"It's only beginning," I said. "It's only starting, Gloria, darling. It's going
to get a lot worse. I promise you that." And as Gloria's soft lips twisted with
horror, I pulled her to me and kissed her, shoving my hard prick against her and
kissing her wonderful sobs.
Part 3
That was Friday.
On Monday we thought of a refinement on my plan. All the guys wrote their names
on pieces of paper and put them all into a hat. And when Gloria showed up in the
lunchroom, we made her pick the boy of the day out of the hat. Once picked, that
boy was eliminated for the rest of term, but each day Gloria had to pick from
the remainder.
Monday it was Ralph Birnbaum. Gloria didn't want to do it, naturally. She
pleaded frantically with me. She argued, and promised, and begged. And she
cried. And in the end she got down on the floor and crawled across the room to
Ralph and lapped up a bit of food out of the bowl he put down, and then sucked
him off. Just as with me. Sobbing and moaning. Swallowing while all of us
cheered her on.
All the guys clamored for Gloria to strip again, so I told her to do it. On the
table. And then Ralph wanted to fuck her. But I said no.
"I'm saving that," I said. "Wait till Gloria sucks us all off.
All of us. By the end of term she'll have done it. And then. On the last
day-we'll put on a big, glorious gang bang." Gloria gasped with horror. I looked
into her eyes and smiled at her as I said, "That's right. The last day. We'll
take all day. Nobody goes to class. We'll lay Gloria out right on this table,
and four guys can hold her down if necessary. We can switch off on that detail.
We'll spread Gloria out all nice and naked and we'll go at her, all of us, one
after another, all day long. What do you say, guys?"
An enormous shout of joy.
"What do you say, Gloria?" I said, grinning.
Gloria was shaking her head wildly. "No," she whimpered.
"Yes," I said. "Now get your clothes on, Gloria. And don't forget to come back
tomorrow." The guys loved to watch Gloria get dressed again after stripping for
us. It was a different kind of humiliation.
That was Monday. On Tuesday the boy was Jim Farnsworth. Wednesday it was Harry
Madonna. Thursday was Alan Jamison, and Friday I forget who it was. And each day
Gloria crawled, and did her doggie thing, and sucked and swallowed, and stripped
down.
But Friday afternoon I was approached by Joanna Pratt, a round, jiggly little
thing with long auburn hair and a soft, inviting mouth. Who said, "Look, it
isn't fair that just the guys get to do this thing with Gloria. How about some
of us girls getting in on it?"
"Christ," I said. "Don't tell me you're a dyke, Joanna."
"No," Joanna said. "I'm a lesbian."
"Shit," I said.
"And I want my turn with that stuck-up bitch."
"What," I said. "You mean you want Gloria to suck your pussy?
Right in front of the whole school?"
"That's right. I'd love it," Joanna said.
"Well, sorry, Joanna," I said. "But this is for men only."
"Why?"
"I don't know," I said. "It's just-"
"It's bullshit," Joanna said.
"Fuck you," I said. "Now that's a good idea. How about you and me, Joanna?
You're much too cute and sexy-looking to throw that body away on girls."
"Go to hell," Joanna said.
"I'll tell you what," I said. "I'll do a deal with you. You fuck for me, I'll
give you a turn with Gloria. Isn't that fair?"
"No way, you bastard!" Joanna said.
"Too bad," I said.
"I'd really love to watch that arrogant bitch crawl for me," she said. "I'd
certainly dig having Gloria the grand sucking my cunt.
Tonguing my clitoris till I-shit."
"One good fuck," I said.
"I don't go for guys," Joanna said.
"I love it," I said.
"I know, you son of a bitch." She bit her lip. "Okay," she said at last. "Come
to my house tonight."
"No, baby," I said. "This is going to be in public. In the cafeteria. Tit for
tat, you know. Or something."
"You are out of your mind!" Joanna gasped. "No way in this world will I do
that!"
"Okay," I said.
But that night I talked to Alma Osting, who was a pal of mine and also the
biggest, baddest dyke in school. I had to promise to give any girl who wanted it
a turn with Gloria, but it was worth it.
Because that Monday I was able to offer a little side show. After Gloria did her
thing, the guys saw a reluctant but very docile Joanna take off all her clothes,
and climb onto a table, and fuck me for all she was worth.
Alma had really gotten through to her, and though poor Joanna hated every minute
of it, she put all of herself into it, doing anything I told her, wrapping that
luscious, firm body around me and moving it with real passion, rolling and
squirming and twisting and bucking and writhing and arching and tossing until I
was out of my skull with it. And I kissed her as I shot into her jouncing cunt
and then I had her clean me off with her mouth. And everybody watched.
Joanna did not cry. Until I was finished and told the guys they could do what
they wanted with her until lunchtime was over. Then Joanna cried, and she
continued to cry all the time she was being fucked by as many boys as could get
to her until the bell rang.
"Joanna," I said when I was alone with her, "I want your ass now."
"No," Joanna said softly. "Please."
"I'll call Alma," I said.
"No!"
"Bend over."
And she did.
I said, "Just think of how you're doing this for all your sisters." I jammed my
prick into her ass and Joanna howled. "What a good cause," I said, fucking that
tight ass as Joanna pounded her fists on the table in pain. "All those dykes. On
god you are so tight and young and round and soft and I'm coming up your ass.
Howl for me, Joanna."
"BASTARD I HATE YOU JESUS AH AUUUGGGGH."
Part 4
Henry's hobby was hurting Holly.
That's how he put it to me. He brought Holly to me that morning.
I had noticed her in class, but hadn't met her. Holly was just about beautiful
and most striking of figure. And with very black curly hair bouncing at her
shoulders. Henry said, "This is Holly. I think you should know her."
"Hello, Holly," I said.
"Don't," Holly said.
"Don't what?" I said.
Henry said, "She means don't hurt her. I hurt her, you see. I hurt Holly. A lot.
It's my hobby. Henry's hobby is hurting Holly."
"You don't say," I said.
"Holly hates it," Henry said. "It's horrible for Holly."
Henry was quite a wag. I didn't like him much. But I did like Holly, all right.
I particularly liked the pain and fright and despair in her eyes. "Why does
Holly let you hurt her?" I said.
"Holly has no choice," Henry said. "It's hopeless for Holly.
Hopeless, helpless Holly. Ho ho."
"Cut the shit," I said.
"Don't say that," Henry said. "I thought you might like to help me hurt Holly."
"I would," I said, and I couldn't stop myself from saying, "I'd love to hear
Holly howl."
"She howls like hell," Henry said. "You'll have her hopping."
"What about humping?" I said.
"That too," Henry said. "Holly humps like hell when she howls.
Holly humps like a whore."
"Damn," I said. "Cut it out. I want to know what you do to her.
And without the alliteration, okay?"
"Lots of ways," Henry said. "All kinds of ways. Why don't I show you one."
"Now?" I said.
"Right now," Henry said. "If you think you can take it."
"Do it," I said.
"No," Holly said. "No, don't. Not-no. Please. Please."
"Holly's scared," Henry said.
"It's nice," I said.
"Her nipples will be all hard and tight now," Henry said. "Hard with fright.
Want to feel them?"
"No," Holly said.
"God, yes," I said.
"Do it," Henry said.
"No," Holly said.
"Stay still, Holly," Henry said.
I put my hands on her breasts and fingered the nipples. They were hard and tight
all right. Holly bit at her lip.
"She's not wearing a bra," I said.
"I don't want her to," Henry said. "Want to see her tits?"
"I do," I said. "But I want to watch you hurt her first."
"Okay."
"No," Holly said. "Please, no."
"Against the wall, Holly," Henry said.
"Please," Holly said.
"Holly," Henry said. "I can give you twice your quota tonight.
Twice the usual whipping. And twice as much of the little pinchers.
And as for the cigarettes-"
"No!" Holly said.
My cock was hard.
"Against the wall," Henry said.
Holly stood against the wall, her back to it. Harry lit a cigarette. Holly began
to whimper.
"Hands down," Henry said. "Against the wall. Stand still now."
"Please," Holly said.
"Lift her skirt," Henry said.
"With pleasure," I said. I did so. Holly had fabulous legs.
"Higher," Henry said. Holly was shaking. I pulled the skirt up over her thighs.
Higher. I found that Holly wasn't wearing anything under it.
"You make her go around like this?" I said.
Henry grinned. "Holly the whore," he said. He came forward with his cigarette.
Holly was whining wordlessly.
"Spread your legs, Holly," he said.
"Please, god, please," Holly said.
"Holly," Henry said. "I can do this once. Just to show Jerry. Or I can do it six
times. Okay?"
Holly spread her legs.
"That's a good girl," Henry said.
"She'll scream," I said. "She'll have the whole school on us."
"No she won't," Henry said. "Will you, Holly? You know what I'll do to you if
you make any noise. So hold it in, okay, Holly?"
Holly swallowed, and nodded swiftly.
"Okay," Henry said. "Watch this." And, grinning into Holly's twisted face, he
ground his cigarette out on her thigh. High up on her thigh. On the inside.
Slowly. Very slowly. Ground it out.
Holly was a sight to see. Her body went all stiff and rigid, and tears shot from
her eyes, and her mouth opened wide to howl, but she choked it back, and only
weird strangling sounds came out, choking sounds of agony and horror. Her lips
twisted with it, and her body writhed, slamming against the wall.
Henry moved back. We watched the sight of a girl in pain. My cock was bursting.
"I want to kiss her," I said.
"Do it," Henry said.
I grabbed her and kissed her, hard, and Holly moaned and panted and gasped into
my mouth, and I jammed her hard against me and kept kissing her writhing lips.
Holly's breasts rolled on my chest and I could feel her hips twisting against me
and I pulled her skirt up and ripped down my zipper, pulled out my cock and
thrust it up between Holly's widespread thighs. Right into her pussy. Holly
yelped into my mouth.
"Good!" Henry said happily. "Fuck him, Holly. Fuck him good, Holly whore."
I didn't let Holly's mouth get away from mine, but raped it with my tongue as I
ravished her cunt with my prick. Holly was crying, but not pulling away. I was
banging her against the wall, but Henry was shouting for me to turn her around.
Finally I understood what he wanted to do, and I turned both of us so I was
against the wall and Holly had her back to Henry as I still continued fucking
and kissing her.
Henry had his belt off. "You'll love this," Henry said. And he drew back that
strap and whipped Holly as hard as he could across the ass. Holly howled into my
mouth and squirmed wildly against me.
"Christ!" I gasped against Holly's lips. "Do that again!"
"Nn-nnn-nngghhh-" Holly said.
Henry did it again, but higher. And again. And again and again, across Holly's
back and ass and waist, up and down while I fucked that twisting body and she
yelled and I came.
Part 5
"Now," I said. "Now I want to see her tits. Now."
"Show him, Holly," Henry said.
Holly was still up against me, choking back sobs. My cock was still inside her.
I grabbed her hair and pulled back till her upper body was in my vision. Holly
squalled.
"Shut up," I said. "Show me your tits, Holly."
With shaking hands, Holly unbuttoned her blouse and pulled it apart.
"Oh, my sweet Christ!" I said. What breasts this girl had! "I can't stand it," I
said. "I want to do something to these fine round sexy things."
"Go ahead," Henry said, holding out his cigarette to me.
"No!" Holly said frantically. "Oh no, please no, please, I can't, I god please
no Jesus don't please I'll do anything if you won't please for god's sake-"
"Oh, that's just marvellous," I said. "Beg some more, Holly." And I took the
burning cigarette from Henry.
"I'm begging, please," Holly panted. "Anything you want, I swear, I'll do
anything, just tell me what you please don't oh god oh god oh oh oh-" Holly was
shaking and twisting and she was making me hard again inside her.
"Hold her hands," I said.
And Henry got hold of Holly's wrists and pulled them in back of her, arching her
back away from me, her tits jutting forward. I let go of her hair. With that
hand I felt her breasts. Holly twisted, but Henry was holding her wrists
tightly, pulling her upper body backward. It was straining tautly, helpless. And
her hips still mashed against mine, her thighs splayed wide, and all movement of
that body made her cunt squirm around my cock. I ran my hand around both
breasts, cupping and holding and squeezing. The cute pink nipples were hard with
fright. I flicked at one and then I pinched it hard. Holly almost shouted with
pain, but managed to stifle it into a groan.
"Oh shit," I said. I was panting with lust and happiness. "I am going to burn
these gorgeous things all to hell." And I brought up the cigarette.
Holly was babbling and then she started to make awful frightened animal noises.
"She'll scream," Henry said warningly. "Stuff something in her mouth."
I took out my handkerchief. "This will do," I said. "It's big.
It's also dirty. Snot all over it. Open your mouth, Holly." But Holly just made
animal sounds. So I pinched a nipple and stuck my nails into it and twisted it,
and Holly's mouth went wide open and I stuffed my filthy bandana right in.
"Don't push it out, Holly," I said, jamming it all into her mouth. Holly's
sounds were muffled now.
"Okay," I said. "Hold her."
Holly was shaking her head hard, twisting and making pleading noises into the
gag. Henry tugged at her wrists, pulling that body back into a tight, straining
arch, making Holly's luscious breasts thrust out toward me like sacrificial
offerings.
"Holly," I said. "I love this. I just love doing this to you."
And I put the lit cigarette out slowly, on Holly's right nipple.
Holly howled into the gag, but it didn't do anything to help. Her body squirmed
and spasmed, and her twisting, writhing hips almost made me shoot again into her
cunt.
Henry lit me another cigarette.
Holly made hoarse, terror-filled noises into my handkerchief, gasping and
choking on her sobs. "Again, Holly," I said, and I kissed her other nipple with
the glowing tip.
Holly was going crazy with pain. "God, it's so nice," I said. "So damn sweet."
And I kissed her tit again with fire. I did it again and again, watching Holly
in pain, going out of her mind, jerking and thrashing her helpless body against
me until I spurted up into her again.
But I still didn't want to stop. For variety I put out a couple on Holly's
smooth splayed thighs, but soon came back to her tits. Blistering them with my
hot little kisses, going hard yet again in Holly's pussy.
"Want me to stop, Holly?" I said.
Holly jerked her head up and down swiftly.
"You do, huh," I said. "What will you do for me, Holly? If I stop. What?"
Holly tried to talk through the gag, tried frantically to promise me anything I
wanted.
"I want your mouth, Holly," I said. "I want it around my cock. I want you to
suck my prick and lick it and kiss it and take it all the way in, all the way
into that fine mouth, Holly, and I want you to suck it until I shoot my gism
down your throat, and I want you to swallow it, Holly, swallow all of it, and
then clean my dick off with your lips and tongue. Will you do that, Holly?"
And Holly nodded swiftly.
"Of course you will," I said. "I'm going to take the gag out now, Holly. All
right?"
Holly nodded again and I took away the rag. Holly gasped for air.
I pulled my prick out of her. "Are you hurting, Holly baby?" I said. "Are you in
pain?"
Holly nodded.
"Holly hurts," Henry said. "Holly hurts from heat. Holly hates it. Henry loves
it."
"Jerry loves it too," I said. "Go down, Holly. On your knees. Right now."
Holly sank to the floor. She knelt in front of me.
"Kiss it," I said, and Holly bowed her head and I felt her lips on my prick.
"Lick it," I said. I caught my breath at the caress of that tongue. "In your
mouth, Holly," I commanded. Holly was an obedient if unwilling pupil. She took
my cock deep into her mouth and sucked on it like a lollipop.
"Henry," I said. "If you whipped Holly as she was sucking me, do you think she
would bite my prick?"
Holly made a terrified sound around my cock.
"If she did," Henry said, "I would take her home and I would hang her up by her
hair, and I would build a slow fire under her and watch her roast. Gradually.
For hours and hours. I'd lash her wrists behind her back, but I'd let her legs
free, so I could watch Holly's sexy curvy legs kick and thrash and struggle as
that fire got hotter and hotter. And I would also-"
Holly was crying hard and moaning as she sucked steadily on.
"Okay," I said. "I don't think Holly will bite. Whip her."
"I like your style," Henry said, and with his belt he whipped Holly's back and I
shot into her screaming.
"By her hair?" I said.
"I don't actually hang her by her hair," Henry said. "Not yet, anyway. That
might rip her scalp off. But almost. I do have this hair clamp that holds a
girl's hair firmly and will support any weight. What I do is fasten Holly's hair
to it, and tie her hands in back of her just as I said; but I don't hang her off
the floor. I put her just low enough to allow her to support herself if she
stands on her toes."
"My god!" I said admiringly. "What a terrific idea! That way she has to stay up
on her toes to avoid actually hanging by her hair. And soon her toes get tired
and can't hold her any more-"
"Right," Henry said. "And then it's a continuing struggle between two kinds of
pain. After a time it gets impossible for Holly to stand it in either position.
That's when it really starts being fun. Fun to watch."
"I'll just bet it is," I said.
"God, I sit and watch her for hours," Henry said. "I sit right in front of her
and gloat at her suffering. As Holly grunts and groans and sobs with the effort
of staying up on her toes; as she howls and squalls when her exhausted toes give
way and that quivering, sweating, spasming body is forced to dangle from her
hair. I sit and listen to her crying and gasping and whimpering and shrieking.
And I listen with joy as she begs me, literally begs me to let her down. How she
begs! Promising me unimaginable delights if only I will have pity. Thinking up
the most humiliating, horrifying, degrading things that she will do for me if I
will just put an end to that horrible torture. I could sit there all night like
that, watching and listening as Holly hurts worse and worse. Sometimes I do."
"And I suppose you whip her while this is going on," I said.
"Occasionally," Henry said. "Or amuse myself with other instruments on that
pain-wracked body. And of course I fuck her. That's always good, because Holly
is so anxious to alleviate the agony in her scalp that she will wrap those
fantastic legs around me as tightly as she can, so she can lift herself by means
of my body. Clamping those legs so hard, clutching with her soft thighs,
squirming against my torso as she hauls herself upward as much as possible. It
makes for a wild fuck."
"Christ," I said. "I want that!"
"Why not?" Henry said. "Take Holly home. A little gift from a pal."
"Thanks," I said. "You want Joanna in exchange?"
"What will Joanna say?" Henry said.
"She'll shit a brick," I said.
"Good," Henry said. "I'll take the bitch. What about Gloria?"
"Gloria," I said, "is a special project. I want Gloria to perform in public
until I say so. Okay?"
"I love it," Henry said.
"Speaking of public," I said, "why didn't you bring Holly out?"
"Wanted her to myself," Henry said. "But now, if you want to-" "Now," I said.
"Class is breaking up."
Holly was still on the floor, with her skirt all awry and her blouse gaping open
over her half-bared breasts. "Stay like that, Holly," I said as Holly started to
get up. "Stay right there on the floor. No, don't button your blouse, Holly. It
looks good. Don't do anything. Nothing at all. Just stay as you are."
"Please," Holly said.
"Shut up, Holly," I said.
"Ho ho," Henry said. "Holly's going to be humiliated. How humbling for Holly.
Hordes of happy high-schoolers will howl as Holly huddles helplessly. How
hilarious. How-"
"Christ, Henry, cut it out!" I said.
"Hokay," Henry said.
"Now, Holly," I said. "You're going to stay down there and not move, okay?"
"God-" Holly said. "Oh, please-don't do this to me-I can't-"
"Sure you can, Holly," I said. "Now, if anybody asks you what you are doing down
on the floor on your knees, with your gorgeous body showing, you will say, 'I am
nothing but a piece of shit and I love to suck cock.' You got that, Holly?"
"I-I can't-" Holly said.
"Holly," I said. "I'm going to take you with me tonight, you know that. And if
you think Henry could hurt you, you ain't seen nothing yet. I'm serious, Holly.
Okay? Now what is it you're going to say to anybody who asks you why you are in
that degrading position? Say it, Holly."
"I-I-please-I-"
"Say it!" I commanded. "Or by god I'll strip you naked and make you crawl
through the halls that way. Is that what you want, Holly?"
Holly was sobbing uncontrollably. She shook her head wildly.
"Okay," I said. "Say it."
"I-I-I am-I am a-a piece-"
"I am nothing but a piece-" I said.
"I-oh-I am n-n-nothing but a-a piece-of-"
"Shit," I said.
"Sh-shit," Holly said.
"And-" I said.
"And-and-I-I love to-to s-suck cock-oh-Jesus-- please-"
And the bell rang for change of classes and six hundred students poured out into
the halls. The sight of a half-naked Holly on her knees on the floor, sobbing
and shaking, was enough to gather a large staring crowd in about four seconds.
"Christ!" a boy said. "What the hell is going on here anyway?"
"Tell him, Holly," I said.
Holly moaned, trying to cover her breasts with her hands as all those gaping
kids looked at her. I didn't bother to stop her; her fright and debasement and
shame was sexier than nudity.
"Holly," I said again. "Tell him."
Holly gulped. "I-" she got out and choked. "I-I-"
"Go on," I said with warning.
Holly sobbed pathetically as she said it. "I-I am a-a p-piece
of-sh-shit-and-and-and I-I l-love t-to-to-to s-s-suck cock!"
"That's right," I said into a dumfounded quiet. "That's our Holly. Okay, kids,
this show is over now. Holly has to go home so I can hurt her. And fuck her. And
do anything I want to her. Isn't that right, Holly?"
And Holly said, "Y-yes-" And the kids drooled.
"Don't forget the cafeteria tomorrow," I said. "Gloria will be back." They all
cheered.
Henry said, "Bring me Joanna."
Joanna was brought, and when I told her she was going with Henry, she started to
cry.
"Cry all you want, darling," Henry said. "I like it. Let's go, Joanna. Jolly
Joanna. I'm going to jump on Joanna. And jounce Joanna and jam my gism-"
"Shit," I said. "Okay, Holly. Crawl."
By Friday I was worn out from fucking Holly.
I had brought her home and had pulled off her clothes and tied her down
spread-eagled on my bod, and as I looked at that outstretched, tautly straining
curvy white body I got an instant hard-on. I fell on top of that girl and stuck
my prick inside her and just fucked and fucked with all I was worth. I came hard
and I started to fuck her again right away.
After that I couldn't stop fucking her. I was obsessed with her body. I couldn't
get enough of it. I fucked her for hours, and Holly would moan and cry and it
would only add to my lust. That body. Spread out. Struggling. Those gorgeous
round tits rolling and bobbling and heaving. Those fabulous legs stretched far
apart, straining, rippling, tugging vainly at the tight bonds. Those inviting,
sensuous thighs. The arching, writhing hips. That soft stomach and that black
patch of pubic hair. And her crying face. Long dark tangled hair falling across
her shoulders. The squirming and twisting. The helplessness. The vulnerability.
The nakedness. Holly. And I had to fuck it, fuck it all, over and over, again
and again and again.
I couldn't stop. I couldn't let her up. I kept her that way.
Holly pleaded with me. I couldn't allow her to be free. I watched for hours as
the strain and pain and hopelessness ate into her body and her brain. Watched
her sobbing and suffering. Until I had to fuck it again. And I kept Holly that
way. For days. Feeding her by holding bits of food above her mouth with my
fingers and making her snap it from my hand with her mouth. Pouring water into
her gaping, gasping, gulping mouth. And when Holly had to go to the bathroom,
when she couldn't hold it in any more and begged with all her might to go, I put
a bedpan under her and made her do it that way. Watching as Holly did it in
spite of herself, watching avidly the horror and shame and hatred on her face as
she did it in front of me. Still spread wide on my bed. And I fucked her again.
And sometimes I sat on her breasts and twisted her hair as I slid my cock all
the way into that twisting mouth, and I told her to suck it, suck it nice, suck
it slow. So slow. And lick it too. And Holly would sob and gasp as she did it.
Sucking. Slowly. Up and down, back and forth. Licking my prick all the while.
"Good girl," I would say. "Holly," I would say. "That's so good. Don't stop,
Holly. Do it more. That's my good little cocksucking Holly. I'm going to keep
you this way always, Holly. I'm going to keep you spread-eagled across my bed
for about four years. I could make you do this until I die, Holly. And fuck you
even after I die. But if I get tired of you I can always just call up some pals
and ask them over and you can do this for them. And they'll fuck you too, Holly.
And now I'm going to come, Holly baby. I'm going to shoot right into your soft
sucking warm little mouth, and it's going right down your throat, and I want you
to swallow it, Holly, swallow it all as if it's a delicious drink of champagne.
Now, Holly. Now and now and NOW!" And Holly would swallow. All of it. Swallowing
and choking and gagging and swallowing again. And she would cry. I would watch
her sobbing until I was hard again and then I would fall on top of that
straining body and fuck the crap out of her.
I was so hot all the time that I didn't even have to hurt her. I thought about
whipping her and burning her tits and doing all kinds of things to that
quivering flesh, and I told Holly all about them just to watch her fright and
terror, but I was so mad for that tied-down body that I didn't actually do
anything to it. Nothing, that is, until Henry paid me a visit.
"Hi," Henry said. "How's Holly. Have you hurt Holly? I hope you've hurt Holly
horribly. How have you hurt her? Hmmm?"
"Shut the fuck up," I said. "Look." And I took him to my room.
"Is that all?" Henry said.
"Damn it," I said. "Can't you see how damn erotic that is?"
"No," Henry said. "I want to hurt her."
Holly said, "No, no, oh no, don't, Jerry don't let him, please don't let him do
it, no, for god's sake, no, please, don't, oh no oh no oh god no oh-"
"Why don't you just fuck her?" I said. "Look how damn sexy Holly is that way."
"I know," Henry said. "Think how sexy it'll be to have Holly howling her head
off."
"No!" Holly said.
I almost said no also. But I didn't. I said, "Okay. Do what you want."
Henry pulled out a pair of pliers.
And Holly arched off the bed, pulling frantically at the tight ropes, yelling.
"No! No! No no no don't god no don't let him I can't don't let please-" And then
Holly said: "AAAUUUUURRRGGGHHH AUGH DODODODONNNAEAIAIEARAAAGGGHH
AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIEEEE. DON'T HAH! DON'T HAUH! DON'T HOOOORRR! NAAAANNNAUAUNNOOOOO
HOHAH HOHAHH IIIIIII ARRRRK AUGGHH HUNH HUNH HUNH HUNNNHHHH AAAUUUUGGHH!
PLEEEEEEEE FUCK ME PLEASE DON'T FUCK ME OH GOD I CAN'T PLEAAAAAAAAIIII Don't
I'll fuck you don't I'll suck you don't I'll fuck anybody don't DON'T
DOOOOONNNNNNN NO I'LL DO ANYTHING NO I'LL CRAWL NOO I'LL CRAWL I'LL SUCK YOUR
COCK I'll I'll I'll HAAAUUUUUUUUUGGGGHHHHHHHH-"
"Isn't that nice?" Henry said.
"It is," I said. "Do you want to fuck her?"
"I don't know," Henry said.
"I do," I said. And I did. I fucked Holly as she yelled and howled and thrashed
and bucked and I fucked and fucked.
But I hadn't forgotten about Gloria. I was still making her do her thing each
day in the cafeteria, and the list of guys who hadn't had their cocks in
Gloria's mouth was rapidly diminishing. By now even some of the instructors had
found out about it, but nobody did anything. This girl had been the most
haughty, stuck-up, snobbish girl in school, as well as the most good-looking,
and now the sight or the thought of her crawling in front of us all, and having
to suck cock and eat like a dog and strip naked every day was gratifying as
hell. And the thought of the final grand orgy that I promised to put Gloria
through kept all our cocks hard almost perpetually.
But one day Gloria paid me a visit.
"Please," she said. "I want to talk to you."
"Oh?" I said. "What about?"
"About-oh-"
I saw Gloria was going to try to get out of her daily task. I grinned at her. "I
don't think I have anything to talk to you about."
"Oh, please," Gloria said. "Please. I-I have to-just let me say what I-I-"
"I'll tell you what, Gloria," I said. "If I'm going to talk to you, I want
something interesting to look at. So I won't be bored, okay?"
"What-what do you mean?" Gloria said.
"I mean your body," I said.
"Oh, god," Gloria said. "Please don't-"
"That's it, Gloria," I said. "If you want to talk, you have to strip first.
Strip naked."
"Oh-you-oh god-you-"
"I know," I said. "But that's how it is, Gloria. Now strip or go away. Now."
"Oh-damn you!" Gloria said. "I hate you."
I just waited.
And Gloria stripped. All the way.
I waited till she was naked, and I said, "Okay. That's good. So talk."
"I-please," Gloria said. "I-I want to-I can't go on-doing-doing what-every day-I
can't, I just-please, Jerry, god, please, let me stop. Please."
"Why should I?" I said. "I like having you do that. So do all the other guys.
And girls too. So I think you'll just go right on doing it. Is that all?"
"Oh my god," Gloria said. "Why are you-I mean, god, you've gotten back at me,
god knows you've had your revenge now, you got back at me good, I-I'm really
sorry for what I did to you, and-and if-if you-"
"If I what, Gloria?" I said.
"I-I mean-if you want me to-to be-to do-anything-I-I'll-I mean I'll be-I'll be
good for you-and do-do anything you say and-if only-if I can-"
"I think what you're trying to say, Gloria," I said, "is that if I let you stop
sucking cocks in the cafeterial in front of the whole school, that you'll be so
grateful that you'll give me anything I want. Right, Gloria? Including your
gorgeous young body, which you previously thought was too good for somebody like
me to so much as touch with a fingertip. Is that right, Gloria? I can touch it
now, can't I, Gloria? I can fuck it now, can't I? I can fuck it any way I want
to, any time, any place, in any hole I like. Isn't that right? I can fuck your
ass, and I can come all over your face, and I can stick my prick into your mouth
and fuck that. Right, Gloria? Isn't that what you're saying to me? And I can
make you crawl for me, and do whatever I want with you, and I can even piss on
you if that's what I want. If only I'll say you can stop. If only I won't make
you degrade yourself in public every day. If only I won't put on that big gang
bang in your honor. Isn't that it, Gloria? Isn't that right? Isn't that what you
want to say? Isn't it?"
"Yes!" Gloria cried. She was sobbing. "Yes, damn you, yes, oh god oh Jesus oh-"
"I've broken you, haven't I, Gloria?" I said. "I've broken you. Haven't I?"
"Oh-oh-yes-oh ah-ahah-ahahh-yes-yes-oh please please yes anything please yes I'm
broken I'm sorry I'm sorry do it to me do what you want to me do it only for
god's sake have pity-"
"No," I said. And Gloria fainted.
By the time she woke up I was naked.
"Don't get up," I said. "Stay right there, Gloria. This is it.
Now."
"Please," Gloria whispered.
"No," I said. "You'll go on doing it, Gloria. Every damn day. All of it.
Crawling. And licking the floor. And sucking cock. And stripping."
Gloria was crying hard.
"And at the last day of school you'll fuck every boy in the place," I said. "But
now it's me, Gloria. It's my turn first. I want you. I always did. I said I
would get you. And now I will. I'm going to fuck you all to hell, Gloria. And
I'm going to do all those things I said. All of them. And that's only the
beginning. You beautiful sexy naked luscious bouncing young cocksucking slut of
a whore cunt."
"I hate you!" Gloria gasped out. "God, I hate you, you bastard, you filthy
bastard, you make me sick, I hate you, Christ, I want to throw up on you, I-"
"Gloria," I said. And Gloria got all white in an instant. She started to shake.
"I'm sorry," Gloria whimpered. "I-I'm s-sorry, I-I didn't I-I'm-oh no, I'm so
sorry, J-Jerry-I-I'm-please-"
"Gloria," I said. "Tell me what I'm going to do to you. I want you to tell me
all about it. In detail. You understand, Gloria?"
Gloria nodded, shaking.
"Go ahead," I said.
"I-you-you're-you're going to-f-fuck me," Gloria said.
"Go on," I said.
"I-I-you're going to-fuck me-in the ass-"
"And?" I said.
"And-and in my mouth. And-and my-my cunt-"
"Don't stop," I said. "Say it all, Gloria. Say it all, all of it, and if you say
it all I'll forget about those nasty things you said about me. Go on."
"I-I'm-you-you're going to-to make me crawl," Gloria said, crying as she spoke.
"And-and come in my face, and-and-and-p-piss on me and-and any time and any
place and-and you-you'll put your-your prick-in my mouth-and I'll suck
it-and-and I'll still-I'll-still-in the cafeteria-I'll-"
"What, Gloria?" I said, putting my hand on her jutting breast.
"I-I'll still-I'll crawl-and-and lick the dish and god-and s-suck cock-and-and
strip. And strip. And-"
"I'm fucking you, Gloria," I said, and I did!
Part 6
"Don't do this to me," Joanna said.
"Do you like her?" I said to Mr. Bing.
"I do," Mr. Bing said. "I certainly do. She is delicious."
"Don't," Joanna said. "Please."
"Joanna," I said, "I think you are only inflaming Mr. Bing further with your
begging."
"I do enjoy it, I must admit," Mr. Bing said. "Having such a luscious young girl
sitting across from me, knowing I am going to possess her, watching her fright,
her growing panic, her hopeless but so entertaining pleas for escape-nothing can
be quite as arousingly stimulating. I don't mind the young lady's protests a
bit."
"Oh god," Joanna said. "Oh my god."
Joanna and Mr. Bing and I were sitting at a small, unobtrusive table in a fancy
Italian restaurant. Mr. Bing was paying. For all of it. Including Joanna. I was
farming her out to him. My reputation was getting around.
Of course, when I had told Joanna that she was to be sold to a paying customer
for a night of fun (for him) Joanna was not too happy about it. Alma had to talk
to her to persuade her to do it. Alma talked to Joanna all night long. I
watched. I also participated. By morning Joanna was willing. Still not happy-and
not walking too well-but most docile.
"What an erotic-looking young girl it is," Mr. Bing said.
"I know," I said. "Do you want to see her naked?"
"No," Joanna said.
"I am sure I will," Mr. Bing said.
"I know," I said. "But I can give you a preview. Can't we, Joanna?"
"No!" Joanna said.
"Right here?" Mr. Bing said.
"That too, if you want," I said. "Joanna will open her blouse for you. Won't
you, Joanna?"
"Oh Jesus," Joanna said.
"You have her well trained," Mr. Bing said. "Is she always this docile?"
"She has to be," I said. "Watch this. Look at me, Joanna."
Joanna turned toward me and I took a long puff at my cigarette, and then I blew
the smoke out slowly and deliberately, right into Joanna's face. Joanna didn't
move. Tears came to her eyes, but she didn't turn away. I blew out the last of
the smoke and grinned at her.
"Wonderful," Mr. Bing said. "So if I should ask this young lady to show us her
firm, round breasts-"
"She would," I said. "Isn't that right, Joanna?"
"I-I-oh, I-"
"Isn't it?" I said.
"Yes. Oh."
"All right," I said. "But that's not really what I meant by a preview."
"Oh?" Mr. Bing said.
"No," I said. "I thought perhaps you might like to look at a picture."
"No," Joanna said.
"A picture?" Mr. Bing said.
"A photograph," I said. "A photograph of Joanna. Naked."
"No," Joanna said.
"Naked?" Mr. Bing said.
"Naked," I said. "Naked and on her knees. On her knees with a cock in her mouth.
Sucking cock. It's a good photograph. I took it.
And Joanna has it. In her purse. Don't you, Joanna?"
"Don't," Joanna said. "Please don't."
"Would you like to see it, Mr. Bing?" I said.
"I most certainly would," Mr. Bing said.
"Joanna," I said. "Show it to him."
"No," Joanna said. "I-I don't-I can't-please-I-"
"Show it to him," I said.
Joanna was crying. "I don't want to-I-I can't-I-"
"Show it to him," I said.
Joanna was sobbing. She unclasped her purse with shaking hands.
She took out the photograph and passed it to Mr. Bing.
"Stop crying," I said. "Nice, isn't it?"
Mr. Bing looked at the photograph for a long time. "It's extraordinary," he
said. "Look at me, Joanna."
Joanna slowly raised her head, tears still flowing.
"You have a most exciting body," Mr. Bing said. "And a talented mouth, also. Are
your breasts truly as firm as that?"
"Want to see them now?" I said.
"No," Mr. Bing said. "I would like to touch them."
"Go ahead," I said.
"Oh god," Joanna said.
"Sit still, Joanna," I said. "Just sit still."
And Joanna sat still, as Mr. Bing reached out and put his hand on her round
young breast. "Ah," Mr. Bing said. "Ah yes. Firm. Young and firm and springy. So
fine. And this delightful, frightened young girl is not wearing a brassiere."
"I know," I said. "I told her not to if she valued her skin. She's not wearing
panties either."
"How enchanting," Mr. Bing said, still playing with Joanna's breasts. "Such
taut, hard nipples! Hard with fright, I assume." He put his hand down. "And no
underpants? I say! Joanna, dear, the manner in which you are sitting will allow
you to place your leg in my lap. Please do so."
"I-oh-" Joanna said.
"Do not worry," Mr. Bing said. "This cloth will hide our activities from any
prying glances. Put your leg up on my lap."
"Do it, Joanna," I said.
Joanna swallowed. And did it.
"Good," Mr. Bing said.
Joanna gasped and clenched her fists on the table.
"Tell me what you're doing," I said to Mr. Bing.
"I'm touching Joanna's lovely, exquisite leg," Mr. Bing said.
"I'm running my hand over this soft curving flesh. I'm sliding it up and down,
all over her beautiful calf, and thigh. Inside her thigh. And up-"
"Don't!" Joanna said tightly.
"That sounds like fun," I said. "Put your other leg up on my lap, Joanna."
"Oh please-"
"Now."
And she did. I ran my hand up and down the smooth curving leg as Joanna sat with
both legs up and held apart. She twisted slightly in her seat.
"You know what?" I said.
"I think I do," said Mr. Bing.
"Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I said.
"I think I am," Mr. Bing said.
"We could make her come," I said.
"No," Joanna said.
"Make her come right here, like this."
"In spite of herself," Mr. Bing said. "Fighting it all the time."
"But losing," I said.
"Wouldn't it be fun?" Mr. Bing said.
"No!" Joanna said. No. No, don't, please. No. God, no."
"I'll hold onto this leg," I said. "You do the honors."
"Of course," Mr. Bing said.
We held Joanna's legs apart and smiled at her. Joanna shook her head. Then she
caught her breath. And started to gasp.
"Isn't that nice?" Mr. Bing said.
"Oh don't," Joanna said. "No, stop, oh god stop, oh please stop I can't no don't
I please I beg no don't oh stop oh Jesus god please please don't no stop-" And
Joanna began to squirm and wriggle.
"Not too hard, Joanna," I said warningly. "We don't want to attract attention.
Okay? So don't come too loud. But come."
"Yes," Mr. Bing said, his eyes glittering. "Yes, Joanna. Come. Come for us.
Fight against it, but come. While I watch. That's right. Now. Come, Joanna. Come
for us. Come."
And Joanna said, "No please god oh I oh I can't oh oh I-I-I-I'm please ah. Ah.
Ah. Ah ah ah. Noogh. Ahahh. Ahhah. Oh god. Unh unh. Unnh. Ah unnhunnh. Oh oh
unhh aggh I oh plea unh. Uhunh. Uhunh. Auggh. I'm I can't I'm going to no ahh!
ahh! ahh! ahh! Aaah I'm-" And Joanna was bouncing now, and jerking, and her eyes
were closed and then wide open and staring and people were looking but Joanna
couldn't stop and she clutched at the table and spasmed and Mr. Bing and I held
her ankles tightly and Joanna said, "AHAHAHAUGGHHAHOOOOOONOOOAAAAIIIIIEEEE!"
Part 7
Each morning I was awakened by Holly's sounds of suffering. It was a beautiful
way to wake up.
Usually I tied Holly spread-eagled on my bed as tightly stretched as I could get
her. That way she was always there any time I wanted her during the night. I
usually just slept on top of that taut body, sprawling over Holly's bountiful
soft bumps and hollows. I don't think Holly got a lot of sleep with my body
crushing her into the mattress and pulling her wrists and ankles cruelly against
their bonds, not to mention my waking up to fuck her now and then. By morning
Holly was a mass of pain, and I would wake to the lovely sounds of her gasping
and groaning and sobbing. It was sweeter than the most soothing music. I would
like listening, listening to that agony, savoring the harsh panting and the
broken moans, lying on that twisting body. I would just lie there and listen
until those noises had made my cock hard and throbbing, and then I would roll
right over and thrust my prick up into Holly's warm cunt and fuck her swiftly
and hard, just to get off. And Holly would sob and make rattling sounds of pain
into my ear, and her soft body would strain and try vainly to pull away, and in
a minute I would shoot my first load of the day up into Holly's helplessly
squirming twat.
After that my cock would relax enough for me to take a piss, so I would crawl up
Holly's body and sit down on her tits and stick my dick in her mouth. If she
tried to twist her face away, I would grab hold of her hair and pull on it till
she howled. And then I would ask her if she wouldn't like to taste my piss. And
swallow it. And Holly would nod, in spite of the pain it caused with me still
holding her hair so tightly, and I would slide my dick slowly into her waiting,
quivering mouth. And then I would let go all the piss that had built up during
the night. All of it, letting it pour out into Holly's helpless mouth, down her
throat. On and on. And Holly swallowed it. She swallowed and swallowed,
frantically drinking the foul stuff down as it came from my cock, swallowing as
fast as she could to keep from choking on it, and also to avoid losing any.
Holly knew I didn't like it if she let any piss spill out of her mouth. I would
punish her for that. Horribly. So she gulped down all of it, and when I had
finished she sucked the last drops out of my prick and swallowed them also. And
then she would gag and choke for a while, sick with all that piss she had drunk,
but struggling to keep it down. Because if she threw up I would make her eat it.
Sometimes just watching her I would get all hard again, and I'd just stick my
dick back between Holly's soft trembling lips and have her suck me off. If she
didn't do a good job with her lips and tongue, I would play with her long dark
hair, pulling and twisting it to elicit Holly's wonderful groans and sobs and
gasps, and to encourage her to put her heart into what she was doing.
After I shot down her throat, I would finally untie Holly and take her into the
bathroom, where I allowed her to sit on the toilet for ten minutes, while I
watched whatever she did. Holly hated that. Then I got into the shower and Holly
would wash my body, and dry me off afterwards. And dress me. And then Holly
would make breakfast. Naked. And as I ate my breakfast at the table, Holly ate
hers off the floor. On her hands and knees.
At last I would let her get dressed in her school outfit-a tight, tight, very
thin T-shirt, and the shortest skirt I could find, which came just barely below
her crotch-when she was standing up.
And I would put Holly's leash on her and we would go to school.
I almost caused a riot the first morning I made Holly crawl up the front steps
of the school, crawl on all fours all the way up the broad stairs, with the dog
leash around her neck and me holding the other end, pulling her along. Holly was
crying, but that just made her more exciting.
Nobody gave me any trouble about it, because by now I was king of that school.
Only one instructor said anything, and that was my anatomy instructor, Mr.
Gibbs. And I took care of that very simply by pointing out to him how Holly
could be used to demonstrate some esoteric points in his anatomy lectures. Mr.
Gibbs swiftly saw the merit of that argument. And Holly became a volunteer
during his class that same day.
Mr. Gibbs illustrated his anatomical lecture by hanging Holly up from the
ceiling by her wrists, bringing her luscious body into high relief, with her
full round tits thrusting up and out, and her pitiful skirt hoisted high on
those magnificent thighs. Mr. Gibbs took a long, thin, flexible pointer, and do
demonstrate the resilience of the human body, he whacked it as hard as he could
across Holly's straining breasts. Before Holly had stopped screaming, he did it
again. And to make sure all his pupils got the point, he did it five or six more
times, thwacking that stick across Holly's wonderful titties until her shrieks
almost burst our eardrums. Then he started whipping that stick across her
thighs, to show us the propensity of human skin to absorb hard blows by
converting them into marks. Lots of marks. The hanging girl twisted and squirmed
and wriggled so gorgeously that nobody wanted to go away when class was over.
Luckily it was our last class, so we all hung around a while. We had a contest
to see who could rip Holly's T-shirt off. The guy that won got to whip her on
the bare breasts. After him, we all took a turn at doing that. By that time
Holly was howling and babbling and going crazy with agony and horror, and it was
the most erotic sight you can imagine. So we cut Holly down and four guys held
her down across Mr. Gibbs' desk and we all fucked her, one by one, on and on as
Holly screamed.
Part 8
After that first time I didn't fuck Gloria again. I was saving her. And in a way
it was too easy, because Gloria was still hoping against hope to avoid the mass
gang bang I had scheduled for the last day of classes, and so although she
couldn't stand the sight of me and hated having to submit to my lusts, I knew
she wasn't going to resist as strongly as she might want to, in hopes that that
submission might change my mind about the orgy. So I went on fucking Holly and
Joanna, but I kept my cock away from Gloria.
Not that I forgot about her. In fact, I intensified my campaign of humiliation
and degradation, no longer limiting it to her daily task in the cafeteria. It
got so that any time Gloria and I happened to meet in the halls or a classroom
or anyplace, Gloria would start to shake, knowing that I was likely to think up
still another way to make her debase herself right then and there. For instance,
one day just for the hell of it I took a short length of rope and bound one end
of it around each of Gloria's ankles, leaving about a foot of slack. This left
Gloria in difficult circumstances, as she could walk only with very short steps,
and had to be most cautious to avoid falling. As Gloria walked around school
that day with her tiny, hobbling steps she attracted a lot of attention,
particularly as that restricting walk made her tits jiggle-especially after I
told her to go to the girls' room and take off her bra. Jiggle jiggle all day
long. But that wasn't the worst of it. Gloria had to go up and down stairs to
get to her classes. And there was just no way to do that with her ankles
hobbled-except by sitting down on the stairs and pushing herself up or down, one
step at a time. A slow and most humiliating process. With crowds of kids
watching each time. Going up was hard and painful, and going down was still
worse, as each time Gloria slid forward on a step, her skirt slid upward along
her fantastic thighs. Holding on to her books, it was difficult for her to pull
it down, and soon her curvy legs were totally out in the open, to say nothing of
other fascinating parts of her anatomy. When I told Gloria I was going to cut
her panties off so the view would be still nicer, she couldn't stand it. She
cried and begged so piteously that I told her I would make a bargain with her. I
would allow the panties to stay if Gloria chose, but I would print: "Property of
Jerry Wilson" right on the crotch, which was usually in plain sight as she made
that awful downstairs journey. Gloria begged again, on her knees, but that was
all she could get. I waited for her choice, and with an agonized moan she chose
the Magic Marker. So all the kids saw who Gloria's master was. As if there had
been any doubt.
Part 9
On another occasion I was sitting in class, right in back of Gloria, and as the
instructor was boring us all to death with his abstract analysis of the
philosophy of Plato, my eyes took in the faintly discernible bra straps under
Gloria's thin summer blouse. My fingers twitched to play with them. So I put my
hand through the slats at the back of Gloria's chair, and began sliding her
blouse out of her skirt. Gloria felt my hands and stiffened, then sat very
still. I could imagine the look on her face. But I knew she couldn't do anything
to stop me. Not a thing. She could only sit and take anything I wished to do to
her.
As I slid a hand in under the bottom of her blouse, Gloria took a long shaky
breath. I figured she was biting her lip, and I grinned. And then I slid both
hands up the blouse, got hold of the catch of the bra, and slipped it open.
What I was doing did not go unobserved. Guys were looking. Girls too. And so was
the instructor, whose droning voice had faltered a bit. He was watching with the
others. Gloria started to shake her head, small helpless shakes, as if pleading
with me not to do it, to leave her alone. But I didn't. What I did was to slide
my hands up to her shoulders and pull the bra straps slowly and teasingly down
off them.
By now almost everybody in that room was aware of what was going down. So to
speak. And our instructor was not making much sense any more, though he still
babbled on with his popping eyes glued to Gloria's front. Obviously I couldn't
pull the bra off with her blouse on, so I got out my pocket knife and cut
through the shoulder straps. I heard Gloria give a low, tiny moan of despair.
And I pulled the brassiere off her breasts and slid it out of the blouse,
dropping it on the floor.
And then, loving it all, I grasped the back of Gloria's blouse, bunching it in
my hand and pulling it tight, pulling as hard as I could, pressing Gloria back
against the chair, so that the thin, porous material strained tightly, so
tightly, across her front, stretching across her luscious round tits, molding
and outlining them in every curve and plane, and making the provocative nipples,
taut with shame and fright, stand out, poke out boldly and erotically against
that straining fabric. Nothing could be left to the imagination, and nothing
was. Kids left their chairs to approach and get a closer look. The instructor
gave up his babbling and just stared happily. And Gloria started to cry. Which
naturally only made those mouth-watering breasts shake and quiver against the
taut blouse. I held on tightly, holding Gloria as she was, helpless to do
anything about her shame. She tried to put her hands up in front of her tits,
but I said "No!" just once, and she put them down again, sobbing. And then I
said if she wanted to use her hands so much she should use them to unbutton the
blouse.
Crying, shaking, choking, she did it.
Part 10
"How old, for god's sake?" I said.
"I told you," Billy said. "She's twenty-two."
"Twenty fucking two, for Christ sake!" I said.
"Why, can't you handle that?" Billy said.
"I don't know if I want to," I said. "College girls are out of my class."
"Wait till you see her," Billy said.
"What is she, weird or something?" I said.
"I don't know," Billy said. "She's curious."
"Curious, shit," I said.
"I'm telling you," Billy said. "She's really curious. I think she gets hot
thinking about you-know."
"Did you ever make it with her?" I said.
"Come on," Billy said. "She's my fucking sister!"
"So what?" I said.
"So-Christ, I'd love to!" Billy said. "But shit-"
"Well, I don't think so," I said.
"Just talk to her," Billysaid. "She's waiting now."
"Oh, all right," I said.
"Okay," Billy said, and went out.
And his sister Ginny came in.
Ginny was slim and sinuous and classy looking, with long brown hair and dark
eyes.
"Hello," she said.
I was nervous, for god's sake. But so was Ginny though trying not to show it.
"Hi," I said. "I hear you're curious."
"You could say that," Ginny said.
A cool chick.
"Look," I said. "I told your brother. College girls are out of my class."
"I'm almost graduated," Ginny said.
"What do you want, anyway?" I said.
"I don't know," Ginny said. "But Billy tells me you do-things-to girls-"
"High school girls," I said.
"So?" Ginny said. "Am I so old and ugly?"
"No," I said. "But-"
"I thought you were-dominating," Ginny said. "Not like this."
"Is that what you want?" I said. "To be dominated?"
Ginny looked away. "I-I'm not-"
"To be humiliated?" I said.
Ginny took a sharp breath.
"To be-hurt?" I said.
Ginny swallowed. "I-I don't-I-"
"Spit it out," I said.
"I-I think I-I'd like to try-"
"Oh, shit," I said. "Ginny, I'm only doing this because of Billy. But damn, you
are good-looking all right."
"Thank you," Ginny said.
"Billy wants to fuck you," I said.
Ginny turned pale.
"Will you fuck for him?" I said.
"No!" Ginny said.
"What if I make you?" I said.
"I'm leaving," Ginny said.
"Okay," I said.
Ginny didn't move.
We stood there a long time.
Ginny finally said, "I can't. I want it."
"What?" I said.
"It," Ginny said. "All of it."
"I don't think so," I said.
"Try," Ginny said.
"Try what?" I said.
And Ginny said, "Hurt me."
"Now?" I said.
"Now," Ginny said. "Do it."
I didn't move.
"Do it," Ginny said.
I nodded. I pulled my belt off. Ginny bit her lip.
"Turn around," I said.
Ginny turned.
"Hoist your skirt," I said.
Ginny hesitated. Her hands shook. She pulled her skirt up.
"Higher," I said.
Ginny moaned. And hoisted her skirt to her hips.
"Stand still," I said. And I brought the strap back and then with all my might I
whipped it forward and slashed it across Ginny's soft curvacious thighs with a
sound like a rifle shot.
Ginny squalled like an animal and jumped forward, barely staying upright. The
skirt fell. Ginny gasped loudly a few times.
"Christ!" she said after a moment. "Oh Jesus Christ!"
"Now you can go," I said.
But Ginny stood still. She was still catching her breath. Pain was all over her
face. I waited for her to go away.
And then she said, "Do it again."
"What?" I said.
"Do it again," Ginny said. And turned around. And lifted the skirt again. Higher
this time. I saw that whole luscious body shaking.
But she was waiting.
"I'll do it harder this time," I said.
Ginny stiffened. But she nodded. "Do it."
I did it. As hard as I possibly could. Smashing the strap into that smooth thigh
flesh. A sound like a cannon. A cry from Ginny. She turned, tears on her face.
And brought her hands to the bottom of her blouse. Starting to pull it upwards.
She looked at me.
I shook my head.
"I want it," Ginny said. "Please."
My cock was throbbing. I nodded.
Ginny pulled the blouse off over her head. Dropped it. High firm breasts pushed
at her bra, nipples poking. Ginny reached behind and opened it. And took it off.
Heaving, quivering breasts, stiff-nippled. Wanting. Ginny dropped her hands.
Standing straight and tall. Breasts thrusting.
I hesitated.
"Please," Ginny said. Her voice was not cool. It was shaking now.
"Please," she said.
"Okay," I said. I swung my belt back and taking careful aim I whipped it
whistling across Ginny's waiting breasts. Smashing into the nipples.
Ginny screamed then. Just once. And began to cry. And then Ginny said, "I belong
to you. I am yours. I am yours forever."
"Yes," I said. "And you will do what I say. Won't you?"
"Yes," Ginny said. And she took off her skirt and her panties.
"I'm yours," Ginny said.
"You're Billy's first," I said.
"No!" Ginny said.
I nodded.
Ginny was white and shaking. "I can't," she said. "Not my brother. Not Billy.
Please."
"Billy," I said.
"No! God, no."
"All right," I said. "Go away. Now. And don't come back."
Ginny tried.
"I can't," she said. "Oh god help me. I can't. I can't go now."
"Then you'll fuck Billy," I said.
Ginny said nothing.
"Won't you?" I said.
After a minute Ginny nodded.
"Say it," I said.
Ginny had to swallow.
"I'll fuck Billy," she said.
"Say it again," I said.
"I'll fuck Billy," Ginny said, crying.
"All right," I said. "Do you want me to hit you again first?"
"Yes," Ginny said.
"Shall we let Billy watch?" I said.
"No," Ginny said.
"If you don't want him to watch," I said, "you'll have to suck his cock. Until
he comes in your mouth."
"No!"
"Decide," I said.
"I-let him watch," Ginny gasped.
I called Billy in and displayed his naked sister to him and he watched as I
whipped Ginny's breasts again, and then Ginny fucked for him.
The second time I whipped her as she did it, and she screamed as Billy came.
"Go away, Billy," Ginny said.
She was lying naked on the floor. Her body was still beautiful and arousing and
she had marks on her breasts and thighs.
"No," I said. "Billy stays."
"You bastard," Ginny said. "I can't do this. Not with him."
"You can go any time," I said. "Nobody's stopping you."
"I can't," Ginny said. "You know I can't, you son of a bitch."
"Why?" I said. "I'm just a high school kid. What can I do?"
"I need you," Ginny said. "You know that. I'm lost. I'm just goddamned lost."
"All right," I said. "So you can stay. And Billy stays. Right?"
Ginny nodded slowly.
"Tell him," I said.
"Stay, Billy," Ginny said.
"Good," I said. "Now do something for us. Put on a show."
"What do you want me to do?" Ginny said.
"Crawl," I said. "Crawl for us. Show us what a degraded slut you are. Get onto
your hands and knees and crawl around until I tell you to stop."
"Make me," Ginny said.
"Billy," I said. "Make Ginny crawl."
"Oh Jesus god," Billy said. "I'm going to whip her. I'm going to whip my
sister."
"No," Ginny said. "Don't let that filthy kid hit me. I'll do it.
I'll do it."
"Turn over," I said.
"Please," Ginny said.
"Turn over or I'll let him whip your tits," I said.
Ginny turned over.
"Stretch out," I said.
Ginny spread her shaking body.
"All right," I said to Billy. "On her back. Hard."
Billy swung, hitting Ginny's back with the belt.
Ginny yelled and began to cry. "I'll do it," she said, sobbing.
"No more."
"Ginny," I said. "Ask Billy to do it again."
"No! God, please-"
"You love it," I said.
"Not that way. Not from-oh please-"
"Ask him to hit you again," I said. "Ask him nicely."
"Oh-" Ginny said. "I-oh, no-I-"
I waited.
Ginny sobbed. "Billy," she choked. "Hit me again."
"Please," I said.
"P-please," Ginny said. "Please hit me again."
"Do it," I told Billy.
Happily, Billy did. As hard as he could. Ginny screamed, twisting her body
against the floor.
"Now," I said. "Now crawl, Ginny. Crawl."
Painfully, Ginny pulled herself up onto all fours.
"Look at me," I said.
Ginny raised her eyes to mine.
"Whore," I said.
Ginny swallowed. "Yes," she said.
"Cocksucking shit," I said.
"Yes," Ginny said.
"Filthy slut slave cunt," I said.
"Yes," Ginny said softly. "Yes."
"Crawl for us," I said.
And Ginny crawled. Naked, sobbing, hurting, shamed, hating it-and loving every
degrading second of it.
"College girl," I said. "Look at you."
"Bring in some more guys," Billy said. "Make her do it with all of them. A
fucking gang bang!"
"How about it, Ginny?" I said.
"I'm yours," Ginny said.
"Billy's too," I said. "Don't forget that, Ginny. I'm giving Billy full charge
of you. Understand? You'll do anything he tells you, any time he wants, any way
he wants. Is that understood, Ginny?"
"Yes," Ginny said, crying.
"All right," I said. "We can talk about gang bangs later. And all about what is
in store for you, Ginny baby. But right now I have plans for our grand finale. I
still haven't put my cock into you. But I will."
"Oh," Ginny said. "Oh, yes!"
"And I'll bet Billy is ready again. Right, Billy?"
"Shit, yeah!" Billy said.
"Jesus," Ginny said.
"Both at once?" Billy said.
"Why not?" I said.
Ginny made a sound of total despair.
"Ginny," I said. "I'll tell you what. We'll give your poor pussy a rest, okay?"
"Jerry," Ginny said whimperingly, "Jerry, for god's sake have pity. You can do
anything with me. Anything. I'm helpless with you. For god's sake have some
pity. Please oh please oh god please-"
"Christ," I said. "I love this. I just fucking love this!"
Ginny was sobbing.
"Ginny, my darling slave," I said. "You are now going to suck one of us off-suck
him off with your luscious mouth and make him shoot down your throat, and
swallow all his gism-while the other one fucks you up your tight little
asshole."
"Oh Jesus," Ginny moaned.
"Simultaneously," I said. "Mouth and ass. How does that sound, Gin?"
"Oh god," Ginny said. "Please-"
"But listen to this," I said. "This is the good part. You get to decide, Ginny.
That's right. You get to choose which one of us you suck off and which one fucks
you in the ass. Now isn't that generous of me?"
"You-you bastard!" Ginny said.
"I'd hit you for that, only you'd enjoy it too much," I said.
"I'll hit her," Billy said. "She won't enjoy that!"
"Okay," I said.
"No!" Ginny said.
"Stay still," I said. "Don't move, Ginny. Not an inch."
Ginny, still on all fours, said, "God, I hate you!" But she didn't move.
And Billy whacked her across the back very hard, and the tip of the strap curled
under her flinching body and whipped into her dangling breast. Ginny writhed
deliciously in pain, moaning.
"Okay," I said. "Now choose, Ginny. Which of us do you want to suck? While the
other bungholes your bottom? Choose."
"Oh, god," Ginny said. "I can't. I can't, please, I can't-"
"No?" I said. "How many lashes do you think Billy will have to give you to get
you to do it? Hmm? Want to guess? Six? Nine? Eighty-two? Do you want to find
out? I don't mind doing research on that question. And Billy sure as shit
doesn't. How about it?"
Ginny swallowed hard. "Oh, you shit," she breathed. "You-All right. All right!
I-I'll-I'll do it."
"Who then," I said. "Who gets your mouth, Ginny slut?"
Ginny was sobbing again. I never got tired of that. I waited.
Watching the torment of it, the horror and humiliation of having to say,
particularly, that she would take her brother in her mouth, or up he ass. It was
almost impossible for her to do. But she had to.
And finally, choking and biting her lip, Ginny said, "You.
I-I'll suck you. I-oh god, oh dear god-"
"Okay," I said. "That's your decision, is it? You'll suck my cock-and Billy will
fuck you in the ass. Is that what you want, Ginny?"
"Yes! Damn you!" Ginny cried. "All right! Yes! I'll do it, I-I can't-I-"
"Ah, Ginny," I said. "How arousing you are like this. All that shit I'm making
you roll in, and you swallow it down because your system craves it, even though
it makes you vomit. Poor delicious college girl."
"Kill me," Ginny said.
"First our party," I said. And as Ginny crawled toward me I said, "No. Not that
way. The other way. Suck Billy. I'll fuck your ass. Cry, my slave!"
Part 11
I was having a party. At my house. I had invited a judicious selection of
guests. Twelve guys. One girl. Ginny.
It was to be her coming-out party.
"Fellows," I said, "this is Ginny. Our guest of honor." Most of them looked with
awe on this sophisticated looking older girl. "Ginny is an interesting case," I
said. "She is with us tonight of her own volition-although she knows, more or
less, what is about to happen to her. Ginny is free to leave at any time. Most
of you have participated in or witnessed certain activities of a-shall I say
disciplinary nature-with certain young ladies in our school. But in such cases
the ladies had no choice-or no alternative that they cared to take advantage of.
Gloria, for instance, is horribly constrained by what I know about a particular
night which she will do anything to keep hidden. Anything, to the point of
physical and spritual ruin. And Holly is so afraid of some hold Henry has on her
that she too will allow her soul and body to suffer unimaginably. And Joanna is
forced to violate everything she is and submit to all horrors for fear of the
insufferable pain that Alma can put her through. And so forth. Any of these
girls would get as far away as they possibly could from us if only there was any
way for them to do so. But Ginny is a different case altogether. Nothing is
holding her. No blackmail, no hidden facts, no threat of pain or retaliation.
Only Ginny herself. And her helpless desires. Am I right, Ginny?"
Ginny was looking straight ahead, chin up, defiant but shaking.
"You know it is," Ginny said, glaring at me.
"Ginny," I said, "do you know what you are in for tonight?"
Ginny swallowed, and nodded.
"Not all of it," I said. "You probably know you will be debased and degraded and
humiliated; you probably know that you will be fucked again and again in every
hole you own; you probably know you will be hurt and tormented in many agonizing
ways; you probably know you will crawl for us, and suck and fuck for us, and
scream and howl and twist and squirm and kick and writhe and cry for us-"
"Bastard," Ginny said in a shaking voice. "Oh, you dirty miserable son of a
bitch."
"But I'll bet you don't know this, Ginny. I bet you didn't anticipate that when
all of us are finished with you-when every guy in this room has had his fill of
your cunt and your ass and your mouth, and has gotten tired of hurting you and
watching you crawl and listening to you howl for mercy-after all that, I am
going to spread your luscious body out on a plastic sheet and then all of us are
going to piss on you."
"No!" Ginny cried.
"Yes," I said. "All of us-one by one-will piss our guts out all over your sweet
college girl's body. All over. From top to bottom. All the piss we're going to
accumulate throughout this long pleasure-filled night. That's a lot of piss,
Ginny. You'll be soaked with it, sopping with it, you'll be lucky if you don't
drown in it. And you'll drink it, too. Oh, yes. I'm going to aim most of mine
right into your mouth, Ginny, and I'm going to make sure that mouth stays open
to take it. And that you swallow it. All of it, every last drop. You'll be
nothing but a piss-soaked cunt, inside and out. You didn't know that, did you,
Ginny?"
Ginny was crying now. "Oh god," she sobbed. "Oh, you-oh you filthy-oh
god-no-don't-no-"
"Now, Ginny," I said. "Now you know what's in store for you. Most of it, anyway.
So now is your big chance. You can still go. If you want to. Right now. You can
go, and nobody will stop you. And I'll never bother you again. There's the door,
Ginny. Go. If you can. Go."
Sobbing harder, Ginny swayed, then sank to her knees. "I can't," she choked. "Oh
god, oh Jesus, I can't. Oh Christ help me, I can't, I can't. I can't leave. Oh
please. Please. Have mercy. I'm a cunt slave, I'm a shit-sucking twat, just a
bitch shit whore slave. I need you. I can't go. Kill me, god, kill me."
The guys all were staring with popped eyes and murmuring. "You see," I said
triumphantly. "Ginny is ours. All ours. You can see what a sexy outfit she's got
on. I told her to wear it. Such a sophisticated gown. Low cut. Short. And guess
what she's got on underneath?"
"What?" somebody said.
"Tell us, Ginny," I said.
"Nothing," Ginny said shakily.
"Go on," I said.
Ginny took a shuddering breath. "Nothing," she said again. "You told me not to
put on any underwear, so I didn't. I'm naked beneath this gown. Bare and naked.
For you. For-for all of you."
"Stand up," I said.
Ginny stood up and I told her to rip that gown down the front, and she did, with
a cry of loss, and I told her to slip it off, and she did. I had her display her
curving body to all the watching guys, and then I let them all touch her all
over, and then I had her crawl for a while, crawl around among us with her tits
swaying and her thighs working and her long brown hair brushing the floor.
And then to kick of the erotic festivities I had her fuck Billy, fuck her
brother while we all watched. Fuck him until he came and Ginny had to come too.
And then I let them at her, let them all fuck her and fuck her and fuck her and
made her suck us all, all of us, and when all of us were temporarily satiated I
hung her up and the whipping started.
Ginny had been whipped before but not hung up like that by her wrists, with her
helpless body swaying and twisting as the straps slammed into her soft breasts
and ass and back and thighs and stomach and crotch. Ginny screamed and howled
and begged, but also climaxed again and again under the continuous lashing. We
did other things to her too, and when I cut her down we were all hard again and
we used Ginny's tortured body for several more hours.
And finally as dawn was coming in the windows I laid Ginny out on her back and
all of us pissed on her while she sobbed and shuddered, emptying our bladders
all up and down Ginny's writhing, whip-striped body, all of us standing around
her in a circle and inundating her with our stinking piss. And I told her to
open her mouth and I directed my piss right down her throat and I said, "Swallow
it, Ginny. Swallow every drop." And Ginny swallowed and swallowed and then got
sick and vomited on the floor. And I told her to lick it up. Ginny rolled over
and guys pissed on her back as she licked and ate her own vomit, choking and
gagging. And her hair fell into it and she was sobbing and retching and eating
it and I was hard again.
Part 12
"Harr," Joanna was saying. "Harrr. Haughh. Arrggk. Unh. Haghh. Horrrph.
Don't-Hohg! Ugghhk. Haw! Hah!" As she said this, Joanna's fabulous naked body
jerked and lunged. Only it couldn't lunge too far, because it was lying face
down, stretched out, and sprawled on top of the equally naked body of Ginny's
brother Billy. Her arms and legs were spread very wide and tied with strong
ropes to various pieces of furniture, so she couldn't roll off. Billy's cock was
up Joanna's cunt, and he was having a bitch of a good time as Joanna's luscious
young body twisted and thrust so spasmodically against him.
It was not passion that caused this motion, or that was responsible for the
animalistic sounds Joanna was making. It was the fact that I was standing above
her, holding a long thin pole-like thing with a very sharp tip. And I was
amusing myself and adding to Billy's pleasure by jabbing this thing into various
parts of Joanna's soft smooth flesh. Hard. Each time I did that, Joanna would
emit another sound of pain, and that body would plunge away from the pain-only
as I say it had noplace to go except into Billy. Billy was in ecstasy with that
whole nude body plunging and jerking and bucking and rolling and spasming and
twisting and squirming and wriggling and sliding and thrashing against him and
into him and on top of him. And I was enjoying it almost as much as he was,
jabbing away at Joanna's buttocks and back and thighs and anything else I could
reach. I loved trying to stick it right into her asshole, which really set her
off. But I varied it to cover all the fine parts of that pain-driven body.
"Naugghh!" Joanna howled. "Don't no ahh! Aaaghhh! Hauggh! Hoh!
Huh! Hunnh! No! Nn Augh! Augh! Hoo! I no I don't arrrrrghhhh! Hawww!"
Suddenly Billy grabbed Joanna's flying brown hair and pulled her yelling mouth
down to his, mashing her lips to his own. Joanna still howled and gasped but she
was doing it into Billy's mouth now, and it all came out rather muffled. But
that naked, bound, tautly stretched, pain-wracked body continued to leap and
heave and slide wildly against the boy under it until Billy did a bit of
spasming himself and shot his gism up into that plunging twat.
Only then did I stop jabbing, and only because I didn't want to wait any more. I
didn't even give Billy a chance to slide out from under, but dropped down onto
Joanna and jammed my prick brutally up her ass with one hard thrust. Joanna
shrieked and I was fucking her, fucking her ass as hard as I could, pounding up
and down on top of her, making her tightly stretched limbs hurt still worse as
the ropes dug cruelly into her skin. I clutched Joanna's long soft hair and
pulled her head back viciously, pulling as hard as I could and straining her
scalp and neck to the utmost.
"Aaaaauuuuggghhh!" Joanna screamed. "AAIIIIEEEE! AURRRRGHHK!
NONONOAUGH! Unnnhhhhh! PLEAAAAK!"
"Howl, you bitch," I panted as I slammed into that tight anus.
"Howl for me. I'll rip your scalp off, you turd-eating twat!" And I pulled still
harder at Joanna's hair and she choked out a terrible cry. Her upper body was
being forced upward with the awful tension of her scalp, and her beautiful
quivering round tits were bobbling right in front of Billy. Billy with a
malicious grin raised his hands to them.
Joanna saw instantly that she was in for further pain. "No!" she yelped. "NO!
DON'T! NO!"
But Billy was not about to stop. He took those fine firm tits in his hands and
started to squeeze. Harder and harder he crushed the helpless globes, and Joanna
screamed and twisted so hard that I almost shot my load right there. But I
waited, and Billy, still clamping the tortured titties in his hands, began to
twist. And twist.Viciously. Back and forth, just as though he was trying to rip
them right off her chest. And Joanna went crazy. Crying and howling and begging
incoherently, she flailed her body so uncontrollably that I almost lost my
position up her ass. But I held on and I held on to her hair and Billy now
grasped just Joanna's sweet lovely delicious delicate provocative pink nipples
and pinched them in his hard strong fingers and dug his dirty nails into them
and twisted and squeezed and manipulated and Joanna said, "AAAAAAUUUUUGGGGHHHHH!
HAUHAUHAU GOD OH GOD AH UNH UNH NO NO NOOOOOOOOOOO UNHUNHUNH PLEASE DON'T PLEASE
DON'T oh please oh pleaseohpleaseohplease AAIIIIIIII AURRRRRRHH! SHIT NO
OHDEARJESUS STOP GOD STOP I CAN'T FOR HELP OH STOPPP ARHARGH UNH UNH
AUHAUHOHOHOHO."
By now Billy was hard again and both of us were fucking her.
Actually Billy was letting her fuck him, with her plunging, twisting, agonized
body. I couldn't hold out an more and I pulled out of her ass and shot all my
gism across Joanna's whip and burn and stick-marked back. I shot it over her
woulds from the stick so it would burn into them and it did, but not as much as
when I pissed on her and the piss truly made those holes burn and Joanna plunged
and screamed and Billy and I untied her and rolled her over and Billy stuck his
dick down her throat as I tried the pole on her nipples and stomach and crotch
and Joanna said, "AIEAIEAIEARRRRRRRRK!"
Part 13
Our school principal, Doctor fucking Pratt, had a bug up his ass. He didn't like
the rumors of immorality in the school that were going around. I sat in his
fucking office as he beat around the bush for a while, but I was thinking, fuck
it, why should I sit here and be bored to shit by this crap? This bastard is a
man too, though it might not be obvious. He had a cock down there someplace. So
why fuck around and maybe fuck things up? Why not just hit him with it straight
out, and fuck the shipmates? So I cut him off and I said, "Look, Doctor Pratt,
you want to know if it's true that there's fucking going on in this school? Yes,
there's fucking going on. Is there sucking going on? Yes. Lots of sucking. Rape?
Yes. Sodomy? You bet. Blackmail of a sexual nature? Right. Torment and torture
and discipline and all that kind of good stuff? Yes. Yes, I say. Yes! Okay? Now
the only question is, do you want to stir up a lot of trouble and talk and
publicity and things-or do you want to get in on it."
Well.
Old Pratt was huffing and puffing and going all kinds of colors,
but then he kind of stared at and said, "In-in on it? Me?"
Ahah! I thought. That cock is there, all right. "You," I said.
"All you want, Doctor Pratt."
"All? All I want?" Pratt gasped.
"As much as you can take," I said. "Any time, any place. And anybody."
"Anybody?"
"Anybody," I said. "I'll tell you what. I'll start you off right.
You tell me who you think is the absolute sexiest female in this whole school.
The one girl who turns you on most. The one you'd really like to give it to. Who
makes your cock go hard when you think about her. Anybody. Any girl in this
school. Tell me who, and I guarantee you-I promise you that when you come to
work tomorrow, that girl will be here. In your office. Waiting for you. Stark
naked. Tied down across your desk. Spread out. Unable to move. All yours. Yours
to do anything you want to. All naked and helpless to resist you. And you can
use her any way you want. All day long. You can fuck her. Or stick your cock in
her mouth. Or whip her. Her tits, her belly, her thighs. Or burn her body with
your cigar tip. Or whatever."
"I don't want that," Pratt said.
"Oh," I said. "Well, what-"
"I want her to be brought to me," Pratt said. "I want her clothed. Fully
clothed. So I can rip them off her myself."
"Okay," I said.
Pratt went on. "I want her hands bound behind her. Her wrists. Lashed together.
Tightly."
"Okay," I said again.
"And I want her hair down. Down and loose. Flowing. Her long hair, her long
lovely blonde hair."
Pratt was glazing over. "Ah-Doctor Pratt," I said. "Okay. You can have all
that."
"Oh god," Pratt said, almost drooling.
"Just one thing," I said. "Who is it? Who do you want?"
"You don't know?" Pratt said. "The most arousing, tempting, and snobbish
princess in the building."
"Just say who," I said. "And she's as good as yours. Which girl is it?"
"Not a girl," Pratt said. "Not a student. A teacher."
I hadn't counted on that.
"Who?" I said.
"Why, Miss Anger, of course," Pratt said.
"Ah," I said.
That wasn't surprising, actually. Miss Anger was without a doubt the most
attractive and sensuous instructor in school. I'd sometimes daydreamed about
having a crack at her myself, and so had most of the guys. And the faculty,
obviously. The more I thought about Miss Anger, the harder my prick got. It was
true, she was a cold bitch. Haughty and proud. But shit, what a body! Breasts as
round and firm and bouncy as basketballs. Legs that wouldn't quit. And curves
all over that mouth-watering torso.
What a break, I thought. Because I intended to get Miss Anger for Pratt, and
that meant I would get a pretty good piece too. But I thought it only fair for
Pratt to have first crack.
So at eight o'clock Friday morning I, along with Henry, escorted a struggling
Miss Anger to Doctor Pratt's office. With her hands bound in back of her,
tightly, at the wrists, as requested. Miss Anger was not happy about this.
At Pratt's door I knocked and Pratt opened the door, and as he saw Miss Anger
standing there he began to laugh. Miss Anger called him a string of awful
things, and Pratt stopped laughing and told us to bring her in.
And then he punched her in the stomach. Hard, too.
I was taken aback, but that was nothing to Miss Anger's reaction.
All the air went out of her with a woosh, and she bent forward, staggered back
and fell down, long yellow hair flying, and lay on the floor, writhing and
gasping and sobbing and spasming, trying to catch her breath, rolling helplessly
with her arms bound behind her.
Pratt was doing what I had never known him to do before. Smiling.
Crying hard, Miss Anger tried to get up, but Pratt said, "Don't get up, Rachel."
And to emphasize that wish, he kicked her viciously right in the tit. Miss Anger
screamed horribly and fell back again, her trussed body flailing, legs kicking
blindly, causing her skirt to pull up high on her lusciously curving thighs, and
horrible sounds coming out of her throat.
"Look at her legs," Pratt said raspingly. "Look at those fine shapely thighs and
calves. And those-those fabulous breasts! How they bob and roll as Rachel twists
beautifully in pain. I've thought of you like this, Rachel. And now-"
"Shit," Henry whispered. "I didn't know her first name was Rachel."
"Don't start," I said, but too late.
"Rolling Rachel," Henry said. "Rachel rolls revealingly around the room.
Rachel's rompers ruck up."
"You," Pratt said. "Shut up."
"Yes, sir," Henry said.
"In fact, go away," Pratt said.
Henry left with a long backward look. I started out too, but Pratt said, "Not
you," and I stopped. "You stay," Pratt said. "Rachel, I want to sit here and
watch you get raped by a student. Rape her," Pratt said.
"Wait!" Miss Anger cried. "What do you-I'll-you can't- no-no-no-NOOOOO"!
"Yes," Pratt said, watching Miss Anger with all his attention.
"Go on. Rape her."
So I did.
It was fun. First I had to rip off her clothes, and Miss Anger struggled
mightily, but as she did Pratt would kick her hard, usually in a most painful
spot, and she would cry and sob and I would rip and rip and after a while Miss
Anger was naked. I slapped at her breasts and I bit her neck and I twisted her
flesh and I pinched her nipples and when she was howling and bucking and choking
with sobs and gasps and pleas I pried her long thighs apart and threw myself on
top of her and grabbed her hair and jammed my dork into her pussy and fucked the
shit out of her, while Doctor Pratt rubbed his dick around her face and came all
over it, all over her beautiful face and hair and lips and Rachel was crazy with
pain and horror.
Part 14
"I want you to do me a favor," Doctor Pratt said.
"Okay," I said. "What?"
And Pratt said, "I want you to rape my daughter."
I didn't know what the fuck to say. "You're kidding," I said.
"No," Pratt said.
"Why?" I said.
"Because it's time," Pratt said. "And she disturbs me."
"Christ," I said. "Your own daughter? Are you going to-"
"No," Pratt said. "I can't. Not my daughter. Impossible. Much as I-but no. No.
But I will watch. And savor."
"Shit," I said. "How old is she?"
"Fourteen," Pratt said.
"Fourteen!"
"But most nubile. Most...ripe."
"I can't," I said.
"You can," Pratt said. "You will. You and your friends. About six, I think. Six.
To hold her down. To rip her clothes off. To rape her. Repeatedly.
Simultaneously. Endlessly. To hurt her and degrade her and break her spirit. As
I watch."
"Shit," I said again. "Fourteen. What's her name?"
"Jill," Pratt said. "Jill. My nubile daughter."
"Too young," I said.
"Tomorrow," Pratt said. "In my office."
"Okay," I said.
Pratt was right. Jill was ripe. In an unripe way. A blossoming flower. A budding
bloom. Her hair was long and brown and shining, her lips round and soft and
inviting, her eyes dark and promising, her breasts round and high and small but
luscious, her hips innocently curving, her legs round and smoooth and plump with
curving, sensuous young flesh. Altogether cock-hardening, breath-quickening,
making a man itch to pluck her. And fuck her.
And the most arousing thing about it was that she knew why she was there. She
knew right away, as soon as she saw the six of us filing into Pratt's office.
Her soft eyes got all round with fright and she began to shake.
"No," she whispered. "Oh, god, no!" She turned to her father, and she understood
the whole thing. "Daddy," Jill gasped. "Oh, Daddy, no. Oh god, Daddy. Please.
Please, no. Daddy. For god's sake. You can't. Daddy. Please, please, Daddy, oh
no, please..."
And Pratt said, "Rape her."
Jill looked around wildly for some place to run, but she had no escape. "No,"
she moaned pitifully, and started to cry.
And Pratt said, "Now. Rape her now."
Six guys moved toward Jill and she backed away, whimpering. "No!"
Jill yelled, and again turning to Pratt she was babbling hysterically. "Daddy,
don't let them, don't, Daddy, I'll do anything you want, please, Daddy, please,
no, please..." Sobbing and clutching at him, and Pratt put his arms around her
as if to protect her from us, holding her tenderly, and then he turned her
around and shoved her hard, right at us.
Jill screamed in terror.
All of us grabbed at her, and were about to pull her down on the floor, but I
said, "Hold it a minute." I had got hold of Jill's long brown hair, and now I
pulled on it hard, yanking her head back, so she was looking up at me, eyes wild
with fright. I grinned down into her terrified face.
"Jill, darling," I said. "This is going to be a real kick."
Jill was moaning and sobbing, and I pulled that hair harder, and I jammed my
mouth down onto her twisting young lips. Jill cried out into my mouth and tried
to pull away, only giving herself more pain in her scalp. I plundered that
writhing mouth, mashing our lips together, thrusting my tongue rapaciously into
that squalling cavity, probing and plundering, loving the sensations of Jill's
struggling, her soft, sweet, squirming lips, her captive mouth, her smothered
sounds of agony and horror and shame, her twisting, squirming body pressed hard
against mine.
I was panting as I finally let her go, and in a moment that lust-arousing young
girl was down on the floor, and that maddening nymphet's body was spread out,
spread taut and held fast by wrists and ankles, helpless and open and struggling
vainly, flailing, bucking, writhing frantically.
"I," I said with some difficulty, "will do the honors."
And I was about to strip Jill of her clothing, but Pratt said,
"Wait." And Pratt, breathing hard, got down and lay on top of his sobbing,
horrified daughter.
"Jill," Pratt said, his body crushing hers. "My Jill. I can't have you, Jill, no
matter how I want you. Your body. I can't. But I can do this. This," Pratt said.
"This." And Pratt was humping Jill's body, moving passionately, fucking his
daughter through their clothes. And groaning and loving it to beat the band.
"This," Prattt said again and again. "This. This. This. Oh, you darling lovely
bitch daughter Jill now now NOWWW!"
Pratt had obviously come, and Jill was sobbing in shame, and Pratt got up and
said, "Do it."
I got down, and with loving anticipation I put my hand on Jill's top button.
"Rip it," Pratt said. He had a thing about ripping. Fuck him, I thought.
"No," I said. "I want to strip Jill slowly. It's more humiliating that way.
Right, Jill?"
"No," Jill said. "Don't. Please, don't, please. Please god.
I-I'm only-"
"Fourteen," I said. "I know. But by god, nobody in this room doesn't have a
hard-on for you. Including your father."
"Oh god," Jill said.
I stripped Jill slowly. Button by button by button I opened her blouse. Slowly I
took off her skirt. And slowly I took the virginal white bra from those budding,
blossoming breasts. And lastly I slowly and gradually drew her panties down her
soft round thighs.
And I looked deep int Jill's pleading, despairing, horror-filled dark eyes as I
slowly and deliberately violated her precious virginity.
And then I fucked the shit out of her.
And all the other guys did too.
And Pratt watched.
And all of us fucked Jill in the mouth, forcing our pricks into
her throat as she gagged and sobbed, shooting our gism into her gullet and
making her swallow it all.
And then we turned her over and fucked her asshole as she screamed and howled.
And Pratt watched.
Then we did all those things to her at once as Pratt watched.
And when we couldn't do any more we emptied our bladders on her face and hair
and body and then we spread Jill out again and started to whip her with our
belts. On her thighs, on her tits, on her stomach. Jill was almost out of her
mind with pain and horror and degradation.
And at one point Pratt stood over the flailing body of his violated daughter
and, watching as the hard straps whipped her tender flesh, masturbated happily,
until his gism arched from his cock and fell onto Jill's screaming face.
Pratt got down and rubbed the stuff around his daughter's face.
Then his hand almost of its own volition slid down. The whipping stopped as
Pratt's hand slid onto Jill's aching breast. And squeezed, squeezed hard until
Jill howled and twisted, and finally Pratt said, "I can't. I must. I must."
And he flung his body on top of Jill's and Jill screamed "NOOOOO!!" But Pratt
took his daughter and fucked her and came in triumphant fury.
Part 15
Mr. Gibbs' anatomy class was the most popular class in school. By far.
This was probably due to the fact that Mr. Gibbs had hit on a method of
instruction that illustrated his points so entertainingly that although his
lectures may have been a bit repetitive, nobody was anxious to miss any of them.
Especially the boys.
Mr. Gibbs' popular method, of course, had to do with his using my sensuous Holly
as a living illustration. But to give him credit, Mr. Gibbs did try to put some
variety into his class sessions. For instance, he didn't always hang Holly by
her wrists, although that was just about the favorite position of all. But he
would on some days spread her out across his desk and tie her spread-eagled; or
make her crouch on hands and knees on the floor; or just lash her wrists in back
of her and make her stand and take it. And so on.
Also, he did not always use the slim, whippy pointer to impress his knowledge on
us, and particularly on Holly. Sometimes it was a long wicked metal ruler, or an
old piece of rubber, or a viciously whistling length of knotted rope. Or his
belt. And occasionally he would put a gag in Holly's mouth, so that his
classroom discourse could be heard without the interference of Holly's screams
and howls. But we found that those agonized shrieks were so deliciously arousing
to us that most of the time the gag was not used.
On the day that Dr. Pratt came to monitor Mr. Gibbs' class (at my suggestion),
Mr. Gibbs chose to be classical. No gag. Holly hanging by her wrists from the
ceiling. Body dangling, straining, legs kicking, tits thrusting and writhing.
And stark naked.
The lecture began.
"This is a human body," Mr. Gibbs said, flexing the pointer with anticipation.
"Female type. Note," Mr. Gibbs said, raising his arm, "The breasts."
Whap!
Holly's scream was particularly loud. Mr. Gibbs had hit particularly hard. He
was outdoing himself for Dr. Pratt. Dr. Pratt was appreciating it all to hell.
"The breasts," Mr. Gibbs said, "are more pronounced on the female than the
male."
Whistle. Slam. WHAP!
Horrible scream from Holly. Twisting of body, kicking of legs.
Hardening of cocks.
"Note," Mr. Gibbs said, "the nipples."
WHAPP!
Louder howling. Harder thrashing. Pitiful crying. Holly wanted to beg him to
stop, but she knew it would not do any good. It never did. Soon, though, Holly
would beg anyway. She wouldn't be able to help it.
And it wouldn't do her any good.
"Note also," Mr. Gibbs said, "the thighs."
Whistle SLAMCRACK!
Eardrum-shattering tortured howls, helpless squirming and twisting, more howls.
"And the stomach," Mr. Gibbs said.
Swish SLAM.
Horrible screaming, interrupted only by the most piteous begging, pleading,
sobbing.
Dr. Pratt stood up. Oh-oh, I thought. Maybe this is too much even for him. But
Pratt said, "Show us her thighs again."
"The thighs," Mr. Gibbs said, and slashed his stick across them, making Holly's
fantastic legs kick in luscious agony.
"And the breasts," Dr. Platt said hoarsely.
"The breasts," Mr. Gibbs said, and swung harder than ever.
CRRRRAAACCCKKK! into Holly's round pink-nippled rolling tits.
Indescribable shrieks of unbearable agony.
And Dr. Pratt stood and watched with the most attentive fascination as Holly did
her helpless, involuntary dance of pain, hanging in the air, body pulled taut,
straining and aching, dancing so beautifully in its mind-obliterating horror.
Dr. Pratt advanced to the front of the room, watching Holly's gyrations at close
range.
"I will continue the demonstration," Dr. Pratt said. "If I may."
"Certainly, sir," Mr. Gibbs said.
"Cut this girl down," Dr. Pratt said.
Mr. Gibbs did. Holly fell to the floor, still howling, still squirming, wrists
still lashed together. Dr. Pratt pulled Holly to her knees by her long dark
hair. With his other hand he unzipped his fly and took out his stiff cock.
"This," Dr. Pratt said, "is a penis. An erect penis. And this," he said,
twisting his hand in Holly's hair and pulling her head back painfully until
Holly's soft twisting mouth opened with a squall of pain, "this is an erect male
penis being inserted into a female mouth." And Pratt suited action to word,
shoving his dork into Holly's mouth, all the way into Holly's mouth, in fact so
far into Holly's mouth that Holly gagged and choked, bound hands rising
frantically to try to push Pratt back. But Pratt didn't move, and ignoring the
gagging and frantic whimpering and the ineffectual hands, he pulled Holly's head
to him by her hair, jamming that stuffed mouth hard against his stomach at the
base of that throat-filling prick. And holding it there. And grinning. Grinning
at the struggling, half-suffocating naked girl at his feet.
We could hear the sound of air whistling through Holly's nostrils now as she
strove wildly for breath. Pratt didn't move. And didn't fuck Holly's mouth. Just
stood there, holding her face against him, tugging and twisting her hair, his
cock down her gullet, her lips distorted around its thick stem. Until I could
tell that he was about ready to come.
"This," Pratt said hoarsely, "this is a male penis-ejaculating!"
And at the last moment he tugged Holly's mouth away from him, but still clutched
her hair, holding her lovely face in front of that prick as his gism spurted out
of it, shooting it right into her face, all over it, splashing it across that
twisting face, and as Holly gasped for air, Pratt's come spurted into her mouth
and she choked on it, choking and gasping and choking again, squirming, kicking,
crying with the pain in her scalp and the horror of what she was going through,
and the knowledge that this day was far from over for her, and then when at last
it was, there was still tomorrow.
And tomorrow.
And tomorrow.
And when Dr. Pratt had drained his cock on Holly's face, he took up Gibbs'
pointer with a rapturous look. Holl shrieked, and instantly flung herself at his
feet, desperately hugging his thighs and begging him, pleading with him
frantically, wildly, babblingly, not to hurt her again. Sobbing, whimpering,
promising him anything, and only making his cock go stiff again. Holly saw that
and collapsed with a hair-raising moan of pure terror. Dr. Pratt put his foot on
her body and shoved her over so that Holly lay on her back.
"No!" Holly babbled. "No no no no no no NOOO!"
And for each no, Pratt slammed that vicious stick with all his might across
Holly's helpless body. And only after he had striped it all over, front and
back, up and down, did he stop and fuck her. And I fucked her, and so did all of
us.
Our anatomy lesson for that day.
Part 16
Miss Anger's class was almost as much fun as Mr. Gibbs'. For me, anyhow. Because
each time I saw Miss Anger I recalled that morning in Doctor Pratt's office, and
I recalled that fabulous body naked, and I thought about what Miss Anger had
looked like all naked and sobbing and hurting. I recalled the sight of her with
Pratt's cock in her mouth, and with Pratt's cock up her ass; and I recalled the
way she had looked and sounded and felt bucking and squirming and flailing
underneath my body as I raped the shit out of her, Pounding up and down, in and
out of her as she howled and fought and twisted desperately against the floor.
I saw all that in my mind every time Miss Anger walked into the classroom. And
she knew it. Knew what I was watching in my mind. And I knew she knew. And
though that knowledge was exciting to me, it was exquisite hell for our
beautiful teacher. A flush would come to her face the first time she met my
eyes, and after that she would avoid looking my way as much as possible. When
she had to call on me, she didn't look at me. But she had that awareness all the
time. The awareness of my awareness. I had seen those breasts. I had ogled that
body bare. I had heard that mouth howling, and I had seen it stretched around a
big stiff cock. I had fucked her cunt. And there I was in her class, day after
day.
It was hell.
And that wasn't the worst part. No. The worst part was that she was waiting.
Waiting for that day. She knew it would come. And so did I. Miss Anger could do
nothing about it. Doctor Pratt had seen to that. Nothing.
So Miss Anger could only wait. And I held off, day by day, holding myself back,
loving the anticipation, that almost painful looking forward while holding back.
And her awful shame and self-consciousness and that terrible waiting.
But one day I couldn't wait any more. Not another second.
And Miss Anger knew right away.
I stood up, just stood up in the middle of something she was reading, and she
knew. Her face went suddenly white, and she dropped her book and her voice faded
out. And she stood there shaking. Shaking. And the kids started to murmur, and
the sound got louder, until it was a low anticipatory cry for blood.
And I smiled.
"Miss Anger," I said. "I have a good idea. Why don't you finish teaching this
class on your knees."
Miss Anger stared. Swallowed. The kids went deathly silent. I stood grinning.
"That would be nice," I said. "For us. To see you down on the floor on your
knees. We'd all dig that."
Miss Anger just shook. A thin, pitiful, involuntary sound issued from her
throat. It made my cock hard.
"Miss Anger," I said, and now I put something into my voice that probably made
her think of that morning in Pratt's office. "Go down on your knees. Now."
Miss Anger was shaking harder and the thin moaning sound was louder. And then
with a sob of despair, Miss Anger slowly sank to her knees.
Her skirt was in disarray across her thighs, and automatically she started to
straighten it. "No," I said sharply, making her stiffen. "Don't touch it. It
looks good that way. Now pick up the book, Miss Anger. Go on. Pick it up and go
on reading."
Miss Anger said one word: "Please." The way she said it almost had me spurting
in my pants.
"Would you rather do it with your dress off, Miss Anger?" I said.
Miss Anger went even paler and her head shook from side to side, and I didn't
even think she knew she was doing it, it was moving of its own volition, shaking
no so hard that that silky yellow hair was flying about her stricken face.
"But," I said, "you know you will, don't you? Soon enough. You will, Miss
Anger."
And Miss Anger began to sob.
"Now," I said. "Pick up that book and go on with the class."
And sobbing, Miss Anger groped for the book and picked it up.
With difficulty she found her place. Her hands were shaking so hard that she
could hardly hold on to the book. Then, there on her knees on the dirty
classroom floor in front of all of us, Miss Anger began to read again. Sobbing
as she read. Sobbing so hard that it was almost impossible to hear what she was
reading. But that was all right. Nobody was listening to the words. We were all
listening to her cry.
And looking at our luscious and haughty Miss Anger as she knelt on the hard
floor, knelt in shame and humiliation and horror. And knowing, as she knew, that
this was only the beginning. The first step. Knowing, as Miss Anger knew, that
now it was only a matter of time until she would stand naked in front of the
whole class. Until she would strip for us. Until we would be watching in joy as
Miss Anger crawled for us. And finally-
And the bell rang. Class was over. There was a murmur of disappointment through
the room. But the kids had other classes to go to, and gradually they left.
Miss Anger started to get up, but I said, "No. Stay." And she froze. Many kids
lingered to hear what I was going to say. I said, "Tomorrow, Miss Anger."
"Please," Miss Anger whimpered, looking at me in pleading desperation. "Oh, god,
please-"
I had to restrain myself; I wanted to go to her and whip out my cock and grab
her hair and ram it into her twisting mouth and into her throat until she was
choking on it, and fuck that gorgeous face till she gagged on my come. But I
didn't.
I said, "Tomorrow. You will wear something tight. You understand, Miss Anger? A
dress. A tight, tight, clinging dress. You know. One of those soft wool jobs
that just stick to you all over. You hear me, teacher?"
Miss Anger was sobbing again, or still. I took a step forward.
Hastily, she nodded her head.
"And," I said. "No underwear."
"W-what?" Miss Anger gasped. Her fine big eyes went wide.
"That's right," I said. "You will not put on any underwear. No bra. No panties.
No slip or anything. No stockings. Just you, Miss anger. Just you under your
tight sexy dress. And I mean I want those nipples poking out. I want to see the
folds in your crotch. I want-"
"No!" Miss Anger cried pitifully. "No, god, no, I can't, I can't, don't-"
"You can and you will," I said. "Or Doctor Pratt will know it."
And now the still kneeling young woman sobbed in truth. Her breasts heaved, body
shaking.
"You will do that, won't you?" I said. "Tell me."
"Oh god yes oh god oh no oh yes yes. All right. Yes."
Part 17
No students had ever been so anxious to get to school each day as the students
this term at Abraham Lincoln High.
Each day was a treat and a holiday and an adventure. Each morning there was Mr.
Gibbs' class, with Holly as the main attraction. At lunchtime, there was
Gloria's always arousing show in the cafeteria. All day long there was usually
something interesting going on in the halls or the classrooms, some exciting
divertissement involving Gloria or Holly or Joanna or maybe Ginny or whoever.
And now, every afternoon, there was Miss Anger's class. And what a class it was!
I took it very gradually after that first day. The fearful anticipation on Miss
Anger's face each day as she wondered what I had in store for her was too
delicious to lose by opening the whole box all at once. Day by day, bit by bit,
I twisted the screw tighter. It made each new capitulation, each further
fraction of degradation, that much more delightful for us. And torturous for our
teacher. Who, nonetheless, and not without much pleading and crying and
vituperation, did everything I demanded. For she had no way out.
So Miss Anger wore the tight dress. Without underwear. And after that she wore
the short miniskirt I asked for. And the plunging neckline, braless of course.
And then I began making her strip in class.
Not all the way at first. I let her conduct the class topless. Or bottomless.
And all the time Miss Anger knew that day was rapidly approaching when her class
would consist of a different kind of lesson. Lessons she conducted with her
vagina, and her mouth, and her ass. But I was in no particular hurry.
And then one Sunday I got a call from Henry. "Your teacher bird is flying away,"
he said.
"What?"
"Miss Anger. Looks as if she's moving."
"Shit," I said, and I hung up and found Miss Anger in the phone book and ran all
the way to her house. And damned if there wasn't a moving van right in front.
And four guys carrying furniture from the house.
"Hold it," I said. "Stop right now. Put it all back."
"What?" one said. "Who the hell are you?"
"I'll show you," I said, and I strode up to the door and pushed inside and saw
Miss Anger standing in the living room. She saw me and cried out.
"Going someplace?" I said. "Going away, Miss Anger?" And I slapped her as hard
as I could in the face, and then I slapped her again backhand, and then a third
time. Miss Anger fell to the floor and just lay there, crying and moaning.
"That's who I am," I said to the movers. "Now bring all that stuff back in. This
lady's not going anyplace."
"Oh god," Miss Anger sobbed. "Oh dear god."
"What about our pay?" the guy said.
"Here's your pay," I said, and I poked Miss Anger's body with my foot.
"No!" Miss Anger cried in horror.
I hooked my toe under the bottom of her skirt and pushed it up over her curving
legs. "Nice, isn't it?" I said. "How about it? Will she cover your bill?"
"Maybe," the guy said. "If she's good enough."
"Don't worry," I said. And I reached down for Miss Anger's long yellow hair and
pulled on it hard, bringing her to her feet with a shriek of pain. I forced that
beautiful head back and I spit in her face. "Okay, bitch," I said. "You brought
this on yourself. That was dumb, trying to go away. Now you pay." I let go her
hair. "Okay, guys. All yours. Any way you want."
"No!" Miss Anger sobbed. "No no no please you can't no god help me please-"
"Shut up," I said, and hit her again. "Strip," I said. "Strip for us, Miss
Anger. Now."
"Please-" Miss Anger choked. "I can't, I can't, no-"
"Christ," one of the moving guys said. "What a dish! My prick is so hard I'd
like to whip her with it."
"Stubborn twat, isn't she?" the first guy said, his voice thick.
I could tell these guys thought as I did. "Would you like to make her do it?" I
said.
"Hell, yes!" the guy said.
"Okay," I said, and I took hold of Miss Anger and shoved her hard in his
direction. Miss Anger shrieked as she staggered into him.
He grabbed her and twisted an arm up behind her, making her arch her back, and
with his other hand he mauled her breasts. "Come on, baby," he growled. "Do a
strip for us or I'll break your arm."
"Go ahead," another guy said. "Snap it off."
"How about a finger?" I suggested. "Or two or three or four. One at a time. See
how many it takes to get her to do it. That way she can hurt like hell but still
stay conscious."
"Good idea," the guy said. "Hold her hand."
"No!" Miss Anger screamed in terror.
One of them grabbed her hand.
"The left hand," I said. "So she can use the right one to strip with."
"Right." And he got Miss Anger's left hand and the first guy took hold of her
little finger and grinned at her.
"No," Miss Anger babbled, and her voice shook with fright. "No don't don't no
please no-"
And the guy just grinned harder and pushed her finger back, back and back until
it snapped. Miss Anger howled in agony and her body twisted and spasmed, but the
guy still held her hand.
"How about it, baby?" he said. "Will you strip for us now?"
Miss Anger was crying and moaning so hard she couldn't answer, so the guy took
hold of her ring finger and pushed it back.
"No!!" Miss Anger howled, but too late. Snap! And a piercing scream.
Still he held her. "Will you do it?" he said.
"Yes!" Miss Anger screamed desperately. "Yes! Yes! No more! No more god no more!
I will!"
"Okay," I said. "Do it."
The man let her go.
And sobbing, moaning, in terrible pain, her left hand hanging with its twisted
fingers by her side, Miss Anger with her right hand began to unbutton her
blouse. Not looking at any of us, she got it unbuttoned, and with difficulty
pulled it off. Crying with shame and agony, she pushed down her skirt. She had a
good bit of trouble trying to open her bra with one hand, but nobody helped. The
guys whistled as she bared her breasts. And then she slid off the panties with
that good hand and stood naked in front of us.
"Crawl," I said, and we watched avidly as she crawled like a wounded animal,
favoring her painful hand. And crying all the time.
And then they spread Miss Anger out on the floor and went at it.
It went on all day long. All ways. Again and again. With a few variations
involving leather belts and sharp tools and burning cigarettes. We had to stuff
rags in her mouth so no one would try to investigate all that frantic screaming.
And finally I told them to take the trip Miss Anger had scheduled across the
country, but to take her too, and bring her back. So they strung her up by her
wrists in the back of the van and took off. Miss Anger dangled naked and
screaming through her gag in pain and horror as they drove away.
Part 18
"Oh god oh god oh you bastard oh I love you oh Jesus god shit I love you, oh you
bastard you filthy shit I love you ohh god I can't stand it I love you oh I hurt
so oh Jesus shit god shit oh I love you I love you stop this don't stop I can't
oh! I love you! Ahhh-"
It was Ginny. We were in my cellar, which I had specially prepared for just such
situations as this. I was sitting near Ginny and listening to what she was
saying with avid curiosity. It is not often you hear a girl tell you she loves
you in a position like the one Ginny was in. Ginny was hanging from my ceiling.
Hanging in an exquisitely painful way, with her wrists lashed together and tied
to one hanging rope, her ankles bound to another, making her body swing in a
straining inverted bow. She was stark naked, arms and legs agonizingly taut with
the weight of her body, lovely breasts dangling and swaying, smooth stomach
rippling with strain. Her head hung down, long brown hair falling. Ginny's
entire body was suffused with perspiration; her breathing was loud and harsh.
She had been like that for two hours.
And that wasn't all. In a small pit in the floor below her, about five feet
below that dangling body, I had built a small fire. Small but hot. I kept that
fire under control, not allowing it to build to a point at which it could
severely damage Ginny's body. But I kept it high enough so that Ginny was always
aware of its rising heat, always rosy with it, always uncomfortable because of
it. And occasionally I would build it up higher. High enough to add to her pain.
High enough to make her howl. High enough to cause that fabulous naked body to
twist frantically against its cruel bonds, to jump and flop around in a way that
made my prick throb and jump almost as much as my yowling Ginny. And I would sit
and watch, watch her flailing and writhing, watch her hair flying around her
tossing head, watch her awful agony until I let the fire die down again, and
Ginny hung limply, gasping, panting, exhausted, and aching in every fiber.
And this had been going on for two hours. Ginny was in a constant state of
overwhelming pain, truly unsupportable pain, pain dominating every muscle, every
bone, every inch of her body and her soul. But this was Ginny, and that
unspeakable agony was also her only wayto ecstasy. And that was why at the same
instant that Ginny screamed out with pain and horror, and with her body's
unstoppable longing to be quit of its torment, her heard and soul was bursting
with incredible love-love for that torment, that all-consuming pain, that
helpless bondage-and for the one who was its cause, its controller, its master
and hers.
"Darling Ginny," I said. "What a liar you are. You'd love anybody who hurt you.
Wouldn't you, you bitch?" And I reached out and gave that taut body a push, just
to set it swaying and to add to its suffering.
"Ahhh," Ginny howled. "Auggghhh! Arrhh! No! No! You! I love you! Oh! Oh god! It
hurts! Oh god! No! Nobody-nobody hurts me like you do. Nobody can. Only you."
"Should I do that again?" I said.
"No! Yes! No! God, oh Jesus oh god I don't I can't oh do it no yes no do it I
you Jesus-"
"I'll do it," I said, and I did it again, only harder.
"Harrr! Hau! Huh! God! I love you! Yes! I love you! Yes! Ohh! God! I can't, I
can't. Oh Jesus-"
"Would you like to come down, Ginny?" I said. "I'm not saying I will, mind you.
But who knows? Maybe I'm tired of watching you this way. Would you like that? To
come down?"
Ginny gave a pitiful cry. "I-oh god I-I do-I do-I can't stand it-god-I-but-I-I
don't-I-"
"You love it," I said.
"Yes! Shit! I do! Oh you rat bastard son of a bitch dirty prick I oh I ah no yes
no! Yes! Ohhh-"
"If you call me bad things, Gin, I'm going to whip you," I said.
Ginny drew in a hissing breath. "Whip me? Like-like this?"
"Yes," I said. "Just like that."
"Whip me," Ginny said, as if in a trance. And then it was a prayer. "Whip me.
Whip me oh god whip me oh Jesus whip me whip me all over whip me whip-"
"Shut up," I said, and I threw more sticks on the fire.
"No!" Ginny screamed involuntarily, and soon she was twisting and flopping and
writhing and yelping. And babbling that she loved me all the time.
At last, when the fire had burned low again, Ginny begged me to let her down.
Begged so piteously, so painfully, that I couldn't stand any more. I got up and
unzipped my pants and brought out my prick. And I stood on a chair right in
front of Ginny's face and I held her head up by her hair and I stuck my stiff
cock all the way into that twisting mouth and let her blow me, fucking her mouth
and throat and pulling out only to shoot my loud into that lovely face, until it
was dripping with my copious fluid.
I got down and again Ginny begged, crying now, to come down.
"No," I said. "Stay that way!"
Ginny's wail was part horror, part despair-and part love.
"All day," I said.
"God," Ginny whispered.
"You know," I said, "I'm having a party tonight. A big party.
Lots of kids. You're invited, Ginny. In fact, you can be the entertainment.
Won't that be something?"
"You-you-" Ginny croaked.
"So," I said, "you might as well stay right where you are. I mean, you don't
have to change or anything. You look great. And think how you'll look by
tonight. What a hit you'll make!"
"I can't," Ginny moaned.
"You will," I said.
"You dirty-"
I reached for her tits and took those dangling pink nipples in my fingers.
Pinching them hard, I pulled downward, elongating those firm round breasts,
stretching them and their nipples agonizingly, and adding to the straining,
pain-inducing weight of that body against the cutting, bone-wracking bonds.
"Don't!" Ginny shrieked. "No! Don't oh god stop stop nooh oh oh
Jesus god-"
"Shall I?" I said. "Shall I stop?"
"No! No! AHAHAHOHOHOHOHARHARHAUGH No stop god AUGH! Bastard you I love it augh
oh yes kill me AU I can't-take-I-oh-do it do it do it I love you hurt me I love
it do it fuck me kill me do it ARRRGH!"
I gave her tits a particularly hard pull and a vicious final pinch, and I let go
and went upstairs.
Ginny hung there all day. I could hear her moaning loudly as I got ready for my
party.
Ginny was a big hit as I had said. She hung there most of the night too. And she
got her wish-she was whipped. Mercilessly. And finally she was cut down to be
spread out and fucked by all the kids over and over. And when they all left next
morning, I put Ginny back up there as she sobbed and howled that she loved me.
Part 19
"Jolly jouncing jiggling juddering gyrating Joanna. With the juicy jellylike
jugs. Joanna jogs my gism."
"Not him," Joanna said, but not with any real hope. "God, not him."
"Now, now," I said. "Henry's no worse than I am. I'll hurt you just as much as
he will. Possibly more. And I'm going to enjoy it just as much, too. Probably
more."
"I know," Joanna said in that same hopeless tone. "You're both alike. Awful
sadistic monsters. Sick pain-loving bastards."
"Joanna," I said. "Take off your clothes."
"Not him," Joanna said. "I'll do anything. Oh god."
"Why bother?" I said. "You know it's dumb. You know I'm not going to send Henry
away. You know why you're here. Don't you, Joanna? You're here to give us
pleasure. Both of us. To entertain us. With your pain. And your screams. And
your tender young body. Both of us. You know that, don't you, Joanna?"
Joanna had tried to put up a brave front, but now it was starting to crumble.
Her pretty face was pale. "I-yes," she whispered.
"Jerry-look-"
"Apologize to Henry," I said. "You hurt his feelings."
"Right," Henry said. "Hurting Henry. How hard. Henry will have to hurt back.
Horrible howling hurt."
"I-I'm sorry," Joanna said abjectly. All that bravado had quickly dissipated,
and had left a very frightened young girl. "I'm really sorry. I-I apologize.
Don't-don't-" But she knew it was no use to ask us not to hurt her. As I had
said, that was why she was there.
"Joanna," I said. "I told you to take off your clothes. What are you waiting
for?"
"I can't," Joanna said shakily.
"What?"
Joanna suddenly went down on her knees.
"Please," she said piteously. "Jerry, please. Look, I'm begging you. I'm
begging. I'll do anything for you. Both of you. Anything. God, I-I...just tell
me what you want me to do and I'll do it, I swear I will, I swear it, you don't
have to hurt me, Jerry, for god's sake, you've hurt me enough, you've hurt me so
much, so many times, you've made me scream and crawl and oh dear god don't any
more you can do whatever you want just please I-I'll scream for you, I'll crawl,
I'll beg, I'll suck your cocks, I'll lick out your ass, I-I'll be your slave,
don't oh god oh no oh no oh my god-" Joanna was babbling frantically, but she
finally ran down as she saw that Henry and I were just standing there grinning
at her. And she burst into sobs of despair and terror.
Actually, Joanna had known from the beginning that it was no use.
That what we wanted from her was her agony. But the prospect of such pain is not
easily dealt with.
And now, crying and shaking, Joanna took off her clothes. Still on her knees,
because she didn't have the strength to stand up.
But in another two minutes she was standing all right. Standing very straight.
On her toes. Because her toes were the only part of her that could touch the
floor. As she hung by her wrists. Hanging that way, wrists bound tight together
high over her head, that fantastic round body was a taut, straining line. From
her twisting, clutching hands to her painfully stretching, aching arms to her
agonizingly pulled shoulders to her heaving chest to her round, high, buoyant
and out-thrust breasts, to her flat, stretching torso to her smooth soft stomach
to her gorgeously curving hips to her brown-haired beckoning crotch to her
marvellous shapely thighs to her sculpted, taut, strain-rippling calves to her
straining, reaching feet, Joanna was a fabulously, erotically enticing sight to
drool over.
"Beautiful," Henry said. "It's always so exciting this way. To take the strain
off her toes she has to hang by her wrists, and the pain is so bad she has to
stand on her toes again. No break in the pain. I do enjoy that."
"Hold on," I said. "I have a new wrinkle today."
"Oh?" Henry said.
"Look at what's under her feet," I said.
"Ahah," Henry said. "It's a metal plate. What could this portend?"
"It heats up," I said. "Electrically."
"Wow!" Henry said. "Yes! Christ! Do it!"
Joanna got the idea also, and she let out a cry of horror. "No!" she howled. "No
god no please please-"
"Heat," Henry said. "Horrible hot heat to hurt her ho ho."
"Okay," I said. "I'm turning it on," and I did.
Joanna began to whimper with fearful anticipation. The metal plate heated up
rapidly.
"Watch," I said. "Watch her dance."
"Yes!" Henry said. "Oh, yeah! Dance, baby. Dance for us. That's it. Dance!"
And Joanna danced. As the metal got red-hot, she pulled herself up with a
shriek, holding her legs high as she hung her weight on her wrists. But the pain
of the cruel rope cutting into her flesh, and the strain in her tiring thighs
forced her to lower those curvaceous limbs. And from then on Joanna danced for
us, a frantic, screaming, kicking, agonizing and cock-stiffeningly erotic dance
of pain, her body twisting wildly, breasts bouncing and rolling, hair flying
about her thrashing head as she desperately hopped from one foot to the other,
yowling with torment as she burned her toes on hot metal, writhing and squirming
and abrading her bound wrists by hanging on the rope as both sexy legs kicked
uncontrollably in air. Yelling and screaming with pain and torture. It was a
sight to see. And Henry and I watched. Watched until Joanna's wild gyrations had
that fine body running with sweat, until her throat was hoarse and raw with
screaming and howling and pleading, until she was gasping and panting and
struggling for breath, but unable to stop that awful, wonderful, horrible,
fantastically stimulating dance of pain.
And then I walked up to Joanna and took my clothes off and stood right in front
of that twisting, frantic body, straddling the hot metal plate. With a desperate
cry, Joanna lunged that body at me and clutched at me with her flailing,
strain-wracked legs, wrapping them tightly around my thighs in a frantic effort
to use my body to allow her to keep her toes off that burning floor and the
weight of her body off those painfully cutting ropes. I grinned and took a small
step forward, allowing her to clamp me more tightly with those thighs and press
that voluptuous body harder to mine. I gloried in the sensation of that whole
sexy wriggling twisting body against me, those hard firm breasts rolling against
my chest, soft smooth thighs clutching my hips.
Joanna cried out as I took my stiff, throbbing prick and positioned it at her
pussy; but I said, "Fuck me, Joanna. Fuck me good or by god I'll go away and let
you stay here for the day."
So Joanna took me into her squirming, jouncing cunt and I fucked that clutching,
twisting, jerking body joyfully as she sobbed and cried and hated it all, and
held onto my body for all she was worth.
"I'll fuck her too," Henry said. "In the ass."
"Later," I said. "Right now I want you to whip her."
"No!" Joanna screamed.
"Yes. Whip you while I'm fucking you. Or do you want me to stop?"
"No! God no!"
"Okay. Tell Henry to whip you."
"Ahh! Whip me!" Joanna howled, and Henry did so hard and happily and I fucked
that pain-maddened body as the whip slashed into her.
Part 20
I found Judy just where Roy had said I would. In his kitchen.
Judy was from Cincinnati, and she was on a visit to Roy and his family. "But,"
Roy said, "my cousin told me to get rid of her. It's a contract. A family thing.
She has to be hit. So young too. Just a kid. So you do it, okay? I'm going away.
No hurry. Have fun with her first. All you want. I don't give a shit what you do
to her. That's your thing. Just so you hit her afterwards."
"I don't do that," I said.
So Roy showed me a picture of her. I took one look and said okay.
Roy gave me his key. "In the kitchen. She'll be waiting for you.
Have a ball."
So I was in Roy's apartment and in his kitchen and there was Judy. Sitting on a
wooden table, at one end. Her arms were stretched high above her head, straight
up, each wrist tied with rope hanging from the ceiling. Her thighs were spread
apart and each ankle lashed to a table leg at the corners. A dish towel was
stuffed into her mouth and another one was tied around her head to keep it in
place.
"Oh shit," I said. Because that photograph had not said it all.
Not hardly. This was about the most gorgeous girl I had ever seen. Lovely.
Young. Helpless. Judy's wide eyes were bright clear blue. Very long red-blonde
hair hung down her back to her waist. Her skin was porcelain. Her thrusting
breasts begged to be touched. A body that couldn't quit if it wanted to. And
what I could see of her legs had me drooling. And Judy was all mine, sitting in
that mouth-watering position, helplessly waiting. Mine. No limit to what I could
do to her.
"Shit," I said. And then I said, "Do you know what I'm going to do to you?"
Judy just looked at me. Sat there with her raised arms and her wide eyes and her
spread sexy legs and her high, full, thrusting breasts and looked at me. And
then, slowly, she nodded.
It shook me up.
"I doubt that," I said. I found a long sharp knife in a drawer.
"I'm going to take that gag off," I said. "Don't make any noise. Or I'll kill
you. Understand?"
Judy nodded again. I undid the gag and pulled the towel out of her mouth. The
girl was still better looking without it. She worked her mouth a bit, but said
nothing.
I said, "What am I going to do to you?"
Judy said, "You're going to kill me."
"That's right," I said. "Aren't you scared?"
"Yes," Judy said.
"That's not all I'm going to do," I said.
"I know," Judy said.
"What did Roy say about me?" I said.
"You like to hurt girls," Judy said.
"A lot," I said. "How do you feel about that?"
"I'm frightened," Judy said.
"You're pretty damn calm about it," I said.
"I'm not," Judy said. "But I can't stop you, can I?"
"Most girls would cry and moan and beg me not to do it," I said.
"Why don't you?"
"It wouldn't do any good," Judy said. "You'd do it anyway."
"You're tough," I said.
"No, I'm not," Judy said. "I'm afraid. I don't want to die."
"Too bad," I said. "Do you want to be hurt?"
"No," Judy said.
"I'm going to hurt you, Judy," I said. "I'm going to hurt you very badly."
"I know," Judy said.
"And I'm going to rape you," I said.
"I know," Judy said.
"And then I'm going to kill you," I said.
"I know," Judy said.
God, she was something. I was trying to break her down.
"First," I said, "I'm going to strip you, Judy. Cut all your clothes off and
strip you naked."
Judy said nothing.
"Then I'm going to whip the hell out of you," I said. "Whip you to ribbons.
Front and back."
Still Judy said nothing.
"Then," I said. "I'm going to start burning you. All over. With lit cigarettes.
On your body." I thought I saw her quiver. "Especially on your breasts, Judy," I
said. "You have terrific breasts, it looks like. I'll know better once I get
them naked, but I'll bet anything that they're just gorgeous, all high and round
and firm and creamy with cute pink nipples. And I bet they're tender, too. Well,
Judy, I'm going to just ruin those fine titties. I'm going to burn them so much
that they'll look like a couple of old ash heaps. Think how that's going to
feel, Judy."
Still Judy didn't say anything, but I saw a flicker of fright in her eye, and
her mouth trembled in spite of her. "And then-" I said.
"Bastard," Judy said.
I smiled at her. "Scared now?" I said.
"I told you I was," Judy said. "Do it if you're going to. Do it.
Get your kicks and then kill me and get it over."
"Not so fast, Judy," I said. "It's going to last a long time. A long, long
time."
Judy said nothing. I reached out and put a hand on her breast and felt it for a
while, and then I clamped my fingers on it and squeezed as hard as I could,
watching Judy's face. Judy clamped her jaw and pressed her lips together, but as
I crushed harder a thin moaning sound forced itself from her tight mouth and a
tear came to her eye.
My cock was aching.
So I cut her clothes off. Slowly, baring that exquisite body inch by inch. Till
Judy was naked. And beautiful. I didn't want to kill her. But I would. Much
later.
"I was right about your tits, Judy," I said. "Looking at them practically makes
me come. But that's for later. Right now I want to hurt them. By burning the
shit out of them. Now." And I lit a cigarette.
Judy said, with just a hint of a quaver in her voice, "You'd better gag me
first. Or I'll probably scream."
"I don't want to," I said.
"Please gag me," Judy said. "I'm afraid I'll scream and you'll kill me."
"Then don't scream," I said. "Okay?" And then I put my cigarette to that
fantastic alabaster breast and put it out on her nipple. But slowly, very
slowly, kissing her skin and caressing it with the glowing tip and touching it
all around and finally grinding it out into her flesh, twisting slowly,
painfully, ecstatically.
Judy jerked and squirmed beautifully, and she said: "NNGGHHHGGHARRRKHGGG
HUNHKKHUNHGHUNNH AUGHHARRK ANGHUNGHUNGHUNGGGHHH UHK UHK UHK HAHH HAUHH
AURRGGGHHH."
"That was just one," I said.
"Kill me," Judy said.
"You know I won't-for a while," I said.
"I know," Judy said hopelessly.
"Kiss me," I said and I put my mouth on hers and burned her again as she
screamed into my mouth.
After I burned Judy some more I cut her hands loose and lay her back on the
table and got on top of that young luscious juicy pain-filled body and fucked it
for an hour.
I stayed in Roy's apartment for four days and nights. Hurting Judy. Fucking
Judy. Whipping her and burning her and sticking my cock down her throat. And her
ass.
Judy had the softest lips I know. Her sucking was so good that while it was
going on I didn't want to do anything else, even hurt her. So Judy would suck my
cock for hours, because that was the only time I wasn't hurting her. Even while
fucking her I would be burning her curvy legs or whipping her ass. And I would
remind her I was going to kill her.
"I know," Judy would say.
I think I was in love with her.
One day I found a bottle of sleeping pills in Roy's bathroom and mixed them all
into a glass of water and told Judy to drink it. Judy knew this was it. But it
was that or the knife. Her hand shook as she drank it all. And I got on top of
her and fucked her and fucked her until she fell asleep and I came into her and
then I stayed there inside her until she was dead.
Then I left and went to school.
Part 21
I was pissed. I didn't want to kill Judy. I liked hurting girls, not killing
them. I was pissed at Roy and mostly at myself, but I was pissed.
And I was going to damn well take it out on somebody.
I saw Holly in the hall. Holly," I said. "You're in for it tonight. But good."
Holly almost shit her pants.
"Bring Henry," I said. "And be naked when you get there. I'm not wasting any
time."
Holly wanted to beg, but was too scared, and anyway she could tell it would only
make things worse.
That night I was waiting in the cellar and Holly brought Henry down. She was
naked. So was I. Soon Henry was too.
"Hokay," Henry said. "Henry's here with Holly. Henry's hot for Holly too. How
about hurting Holly so Holly howls and Henry humps her. How heavenly."
"Shut up," I said. "If you cut that crap out, Henry, I promise you the greatest
fuck you ever had in your life. Absolutely. The best fuck of all time. I
guarantee it. Is it a deal?"
"Hoday!" Henry said. "What's it all about?"
"Remember what I did to Joanna?" I said.
"God," Henry said. "That chick was hanging on to you and humping you to beat the
band and screaming and howling for me to whip her. You kept her at it and you
made her keep asking me to whip her again and again, and she did, Jesus, just so
she wouldn't have to-"
"Right," I said. "And it's still there."
"So it is," Henry said. "I take it Holly is going to get a taste of it too."
"Bet your ass," I said. "Holly-on the floor."
Holly didn't know what was going on but she was scared shitless anyhow. She got
down and I laid her out on her back. I tied her wrists together and pulled her
arms back ove her head and tied them off. Holly lay with arms stretched back,
pulling her beautiful breasts up to attention, shaking in anticipation of she
knew not what.
But Henry did. Because Holly's fine round buttocks were resting on the metal
plate in the floor.
"Oh Jesus Christ shit!" Henry said. "That's brilliant! Oh shit! What a ride this
will be!"
"Right," I said. "Now the only question is, should I splay her legs out and peg
them down, or should I leave them free. What do you think?"
"Uh-huh," Henry said. "If you tie them you'll get all that wonderful pulling and
straining and struggling and rippling muscles and helpless-Okay. But-if you
don't, Christ, think of how Holly can wrap those damn things around a guy and
shit, it would be some fucking ride! Leave them."
"Hell," I said. "Maybe I'll try it both ways."
"Am I first?" Henry said.
"Go," I said. "Spread, Holly."
Holly still didn't know what was going to happen to her, but she obediently
spread her gorgeous legs and Henry got down and lay on top of her and rammed his
cock up her pussy.
"Great cunt, Holly," he said. "Okay, captain. Blast her off."
"Right," I said, and turned the switch. And it started. The plate heated up. And
Holly's eyes got wide and terrified and she shook her head and started to say
something, but by then the metal was red hot and Holly began to scream.
And, as I had said, Henry got the greatest fuck of his life. He lay there on top
of her, his weight holding her down, keeping her buttocks positioned unescapably
above that burning metal square, as Holly's body did everything in its power to
get away from that terrible burning, searing, flesh-branding agony. As Henry had
said, Holly wrapped her legs frantically around him, trying to use his body as
leverage, arching like an epileptic underneath him, arching desperately again
and again and falling back under his weight, straining every muscle and fiber in
her sensuous body to raise it from the floor or pull it away from that horror,
rolling wildly from side to side, tossing, bucking, squirming, twisting,
writhing, flailing, gyrating, that body never still, bouncing, jouncing,
spasming, doing anything to try to avoid the burning metal, but inexorably being
forced back onto it, and all this time Holly was screaming and howling and
yelling and shrieking and squalling and yowling, and Henry was just in pig
heaven. Until finally Holly's maddened, desperate tossings and twistings
overcame his control and he shot everything he had into that pain-wracked body.
I turned the heat off. But Henry still lay on top of Holly, pressing her
tortured ass down on the metal until it was cool again, letting Holly clutch him
with her thighs and howl her lungs out.
"Your turn," Henry said.
"I want more," I said.
"No more," Holly whimpered, sobbing and crying.
"More," I said. "Worse."
Holly was petrified.
"I want her spread-eagled," I said. "Spread out flat. Tight and flat. So she
can't move. On her stomach."
"Okay," Henry said. "I'll do it."
"And," I said, "I want that plate under her tits."
"Christ!" Henry said.
Holly screamed. "No! No! Oh god no please no god no not that please god Jerry
no, no, please Jerry not that, I can't, no, I can't, I can't, not that way, oh
please please Jerry no you can't oh god please don't please please don't no oh
Jesus no I'll do anything please not that not that god please-"
And I took my whip and scourged her body as Henry was tying her in place. And
then I sat on the floor between Holly's outspread arms and I took her long dark
silky hair and pulled her sobbing face up to look at me.
"Holly," I said. "You're going to suck my cock. Suck it off and swallow my gism.
Got it?"
"Please-" Holly gasped.
"You know how I like it, Holly," I said. "Nice and slow. Slow and loving and
sensuous. Lots of tongue. Deep and soft. Okay?"
Holly nodded, terror flashing in her eyes.
"Nice and slow," I said again. "And when you make me come, Holly, when you take
my stuff into your sucking mouth and swallow it all down like a good little slut
whore, then I'll turn off the nasty heat. You got that, Holly?"
Holly moaned with horror. "Please, Jerry," she choked out. "Don't don't I can't
don't-"
"You better," I said, "or I'll keep you this way till your tits are burned right
off. Now suck!" I pushed Holly's head into my crotch and jammed my prick all the
way to its base into that writhing mouth. "Turn it on," I said, and Henry did.
In a minute Holly was screaming horribly around my cock, her mouth twisting and
contorting with agony, while that voluptuous, straining, spread-eagled body
pulled and jerked and wriggled helplessly against its cruel bindings.
"Slowly," I said, but Holly couldn't hear me. Holly was out of her mind with
pain, her round breasts mashed under her body, crushed inescapably against that
burning metal plate, those hard nipples spearing directly into the pain, and as
I held her head down on my cock I went crazy with the sensations of Holly's
twisting lips and squirming tongue and the terrible howling, crying sounds
vibrating around my cock. I stood it as long as I could, and then shot hard into
that sweet screaming throat.
Part 22
And now at last it was the big day.
The last day of school.
Gloria's day.
No one stayed home that day. Certainly nobody of the male persuasion. All
morning you could almost hear the hum of excitement througuout the building.
I thought all morning long of Gloria, sitting in class, walking through the
halls, knowing what was coming. And all the people around her, watching her,
knowing. How exquisite it was! I wanted a look at Gloria that morning, but I was
too busy. Arranging things.
At lunchtime the cafeterial was packed. Practically everybody in school was in
that room, students and faculty. Waiting. Holding their breath with
anticipation. It was obvious there would be no classes that afternoon. The term
was going to end right there in the lunchroom. With the biggest, longest bang
anyone had ever participated in. It was going to be an orgy to end all orgies.
For it was not only Gloria who would provide our entertainment. I had set out a
truly varied feast. There was Holly, of course. I had her hanging by her wrists
in one corner. And there was Joanna, kneeling on the floor with her arms and
legs lashed to a table leg. And there was Ginny, my college girl, who I had
instructed to crawl around among the audience, sucking anybody who would let
her. Also, there was Jill, Dr. Pratt's nubile and no longer virginal daughter,
whom Pratt had brought screaming and struggling into school, and whom I had
bound sitting on a table in the position in which I had found Judy, arms high,
legs wide, and gagged, so that her frantic howling would not detract too much
from our party. And finally there was our dear teacher, Miss Anger-Rachel-back
from her long and painful journey, standing in another corner, on her toes, tied
to the ceiling by that long yellow hair, hands lashed behind her, voluptuous
body straining and writhing.
All of these sideshows were appreciated, and all of them would be thoroughly
enjoyed by many of the spectators in the course of the long afternoon. But
naturally, the main attraction, the center of attention, the reason why all this
was happening in the fist place-was Gloria. My beautiful blonde Gloria, who most
of these people had watched day after day, naked, humiliated, degraded, debased.
And yet on this day it was as if they were to see it for the first time. As of
course in certain particulars was the case. Nobody had seen Gloria fucked.
Except me. Nobody had fucked her. Except me. And today-as I had said from the
beginning many months ago-today was the day everybody got to fuck Gloria.
And they couldn't wait.
It was exactly noon when Gloria came through the door.
And stopped, going swiftly pale at the size of the crowd.
But though it was the biggest crowd of all, there was not a sound in that room.
Absolute silence.
I saw Gloria almost turn and run. I saw her struggling with that notion, saw her
recall what would happen if she did. Saw the utter hopeless despair in her face
and her body.
It was the moment of my triumph.
I stood up.
"As usual, Gloria," I said.
Gloria looked at me once. Just once.
And then she took off her clothes.
It was like the very first time. No. It was better.
I waited until Gloria was naked. She looked at me again, across the room. I just
nodded.
And Gloria, with only a tiny moment of hesitation, got down on her knees. Then
on all fours. And the crowd parted as if by Moses' rod, clearing a path the
length of that room between Gloria and me. And Gloria, once again, crawled
across that floor, crawled slowly past all those silent, watching men-and
women-crawled to my feet, and stopped.
"All right, Gloria," I said. "You don't have to suck anybody today. Not right
now, anyway. You've already sucked off everybody in school. And now they all get
to fuck you. I promised they would. Remember, Gloria?"
Gloria nodded, head bowed.
"Answer me," I said.
"Yes," Gloria said chokingly.
"Okay," I said. "Do you want to say anything now, Gloria? Before you fuck for
all of us? Do you?"
"No," Gloria whispered.
"Okay," I said. "Get up, Gloria."
Gloria had some difficulty getting up, because she was shaking so bad her legs
would barely hold her. I waited though.
"On the table, Gloria," I said. "Lie down. On your back."
I had to help her onto the table. I think Gloria was about to ask me for mercy,
but she saw how futile that would be. With a tiny sob she lay down.
"Spread, Gloria," I said.
Gloria obeyed.
"I'm going to make it easier for you," I said, and I brought out my ropes. "So
you won't have to worry about falling off."
"No," Gloria said. "Don't tie me."
"Darling Gloria," I said, and I tied her spread-eagled on that hard yellow
table, lashing each wrist and ankle to a corner leg, stretching that fabulous
body as tight as I could, making her fantastic breasts thrust up and out, pink
nipples staring at the ceiling, and pulling those mouth-watering curving legs so
far apart that the tendons rippled fascinatingly under that smooth flesh with
the strain.
Tears were running from Gloria's eyes.
I put one hand lovingly on that helpless body and said, "All right. Who's
first?"
Dr. Pratt stepped forward. "As principal of Abraham Lincoln High School," he
said, "I believe I have that honor."
"Absolutely," I said, and moved aside.
Dr. Pratt took his pants off for Gloria. He put his hands on her breasts and
squeezed hard, and then thrust into her with one brutal lunge. Gloria gave a cry
as though her virginity had been ripped away. And maybe in a way it had. Anyhow
Pratt screwed the hell out of her.
And then, by order of rank, came the other faculty members and instructors, Mr.
Gibbs of course among them.
After that, it was the students' turn. I had planned to have them go at Gloria
alphabetically, but it was finally decided they would all draw lots. So
everybody had his number and it was relatively orderly. One after another,
everybody fucked Gloria. Some took longer, some shorter, some were rough, others
gentle, but they all had her.
It went on all afternoon, hour after hour, and all the time it was going on I
was standing there watching. Watching Gloria take it. I kept her aware, too.
Aware of the fact that that beautiful, straining body was being callously raped,
over and over again. And aware that I was watching, loving her shame and her
pain and her suffering and her helplessness, loving every minute of it. Smiling
down on her as her mass rape went endlessly on.
Most of the crowd, when they had finished with Gloria, amused themselves with
Holly and Joanna and Ginny and Jill and Rachel Anger. Their screams and
pleadings filled the room.
It was a terrific party, and it went on until it was dark. But finally they all
left and Gloria and I were alone. I was the only one who hadn't fucked Gloria
that day.
"Gloria," I said. "It was marvellous! And it will be better next term."
"No!" Gloria gasped. "I'm graduating!"
"Wrong," I said. "I fixed it with Pratt."
"No! No!"
"You have an alternative," I said.
"What?"
"Marry me."
Gloria nodded and began to cry and I fucked her.
